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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 · Fantaisie
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Sealed with blood

Right now, back in the Head Council's chambers, everyone except for Vincent and the Hookes looked stunned. Speechless at how the pureblooded vampire had immediately agreed to the deal offered to him. Eve stood at the side, staring at Vincent, who finished reading the parchments of documents. 

Lady Aurora made it clear to Vincent, "You will not take back the word you have given. Disappearing from here isn't allowed. Nor will you leave my daughter standing at the altar without your presence. You will marry Rosetta by word and presence of every member of the high society. If you fail to follow it, you and the rest of the Moriarty family will be charged for my sister-in-law, Camille Wright's murder." 

Vincent leaned forward, picking up the quill dipped in the ink bottle. He signed his name on it as an agreement and then handed it to Lady Aurora.