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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.

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Lady Aurora added to her husband's words and said, "Rosetta has reached the prime age of marriage, and though there have been a few esteemed proposals from men of high social standing, we think your son and our daughter would suit well together."

Before Senior Mr. Moriarty or Lady Annalise could respond to the woman's words, Vincent said, "Marquee and Marchioness Hooke, Lady Rosetta and I have already met and we have come to terms that we aren't suited for each other."

Lady Aurora chuckled softly and said, "There's no need to be hasty about it in one meeting, boy—"

"Vincent," he corrected her with a pleasing smile. 

The Marchioness's smile faltered before it lowered from her lips, and she stared at him. Correcting a woman of her status was rude in their society, especially publicly, even if it meant the room had only ten people.