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Allure Of The Night

[Mature Content] The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia. The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless. Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life. Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one. She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago. Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

ash_knight17 · Fantasy
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546 Chs

Carriage of Death

When they reached the carriage stop, the carriage arrived on time. Rosetta said to Eve, 

"Wait! Let me come with you."

"Will it be alright?" Eve didn't want Rosetta or herself to get into trouble. The vampiress quickly nodded and said, 

"I don't think it should be a problem with me going and spending time with my friend, right?" And saying it, she quickly turned to look behind her, while Eve pulled out her little pouch and offered coins to the coachman for two persons to ride in the carriage. 

Though Eve stepped into the carriage and took her seat, Rosetta didn't get inside. She looked back and forth, not behind her, but at the carriage that had 'only' two horses, and the terrible woodwork of the carriage, which wasn't like the carriage she was used to riding in. 

The coachman asked her, "Are you getting inside, Miss?"

"Yes, I am," Rosetta tipped her chin up in pride, but she couldn't get herself to step foot on the carriage.