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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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Letter of refusal

In the time of evening, Vincent stood on one of the balconies of the mansion. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, gently swirling it while resting his forearms against the top of the railing. 

He noticed a carriage that didn't belong to his family enter through the gates of their mansion. Raising the glass to his lips, he took a sip of the alcohol and watched a servant step out of it. 

"Looks like the news has arrived sooner," Vincent murmured to himself and took another sip from the glass. 

Hearing footsteps from behind, Vincent turned his head to the side to see who it was. 

"Good evening, Vince," greeted Marceline. "I heard that you went to meet Ms. Hooke. Is she as pretty as mother described her to be?" She came to stand next to him with a little distance between them, leaning her entire back against the railing. 

Vincent turned to his sister and said, "She seemed like you." 

Marceline raised her eyebrows and asked,