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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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After a few hours, Vincent sat in the mansion's library with his legs stretched as he read a book. He heard a pair of footsteps approaching the room. 

"… we have the biggest library compared to anyone in Skellington," Vincent heard his sister Marceline's voice. 

The young vampiress stepped into the library with her friend, a boy named Maxwell Anderson, who lived with his family at the edge of the town. The Anderson family were one of the high-status werewolves.

Marceline continued explaining, "What book did you want to read? You will find all the unique books here, Max. Oh, Vince. I didn't know you were here."

"I hope you aren't turning blind," Vincent murmured, and his sister huffed. 

"My eyes are perfect. Isn't that right, Max?"

"You have lovely eyes, Marceline. Vincent must be joking," replied the boy named Max, who had freckles on his nose and black hair.