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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 · Fantasie
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546 Chs

A Moriarty woman

Another two hours passed before Lady Aubrey woke up and Eve sat with her. The older woman refused to accept that she needed rest and told everyone she was doing fine, and had decided to sit on the front stairs of the house. Eugene and Rosetta were in the kitchen, preparing supper along with Vincent, who for once and maybe the first time decided to help in the kitchen. 

"I will be just fine, Eve," Lady Aubrey assured Eve, who held a serious look on her face. 

Eve smiled at Lady Aubrey and said, "You will be fine, auntie. We won't let anything happen to you." She then asked her, "Does your stomach hurt?" It was because she noticed the older woman's hand move to her stomach. 

"I barely felt it," Lady Aubrey replied, and she caught hold of Eve's hand with both hands by encapsulating it. She said, "My dear daughter Eve. When did you grow up this much?" It wasn't a question to Eve as the older woman held wonderment in her voice as if proud.