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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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Eve looked away from Noah and stared outside the window. She then said, 

"I wish I could explain, but I doubt I can. I am sorry," she apologised. After a second of silence, she asked him, "I don't think it is easy to speak and get some things solved." 

Noah felt her words go deeper into his mind and said, "I think it depends. When you share it with people and confide it with the ones you believe, it makes things easier."

Eve nodded, and as she stared outside, Noah's gaze fell on her and the delicateness that she carried around her. He didn't like how she had to see the person who promised to love her be engaged to someone else. Even if it meant that Vincent would try to get out of it. He had the sudden urge to hug and comfort her, but he had drawn such thick lines that he couldn't move but only watch. He asked her,