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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

Company of the wealthy

"Miss Stella Desford," announced the maid before stepping away from the door. 

A young woman with chestnut hair stepped into the drawing-room. She wore a deep maroon, high collared and full-sleeved silk dress. There were golden buttons at the front of her dress. 

"Good morning, Stella, I am so pleased to have you join me for breakfast," Marceline greeted the young woman, who was two years younger than the women present in the room. 

Eve watched Marceline stand up and walk towards the woman to greet her with an airy kiss on each side of her face. 

"How could I refuse the invitation by you?" The woman softly laughed, her voice sounding sweet and her manners refined. "I hope I am not late."

"Never too late. The seamstress is here, just as I promised. But she can wait until we finish our breakfast," Marceline offered a warm smile.