webnovel

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 · ファンタジー
レビュー数が足りません
546 Chs

Gift from the youngest

Eve felt her heart hitch because she hadn't expected Vincent to get this close to her, and she would have glared at him if his question didn't divert her attention. 

Could it be true? That there was something that she had constantly brushed away with Noah?

When the music lowered, turning softer, the song came to an end, Eve bowed at Vincent before leaving the dance floor so that she could gather her thoughts. 

On the other side of the dance floor, Lady Annalise, who had taken more than a moment to realise the woman with whom Vincent was dancing, clenched her hands. She said to her husband, "Did you see him dancing with that lowly human? Eduard, you have to tell Vincent to stop poking for fun."

"Don't worry, Anna. No one knows that she's our governess," said Senior Mr. Moriarty while sipping the drink from his glass. He said, "Let us brush it away, shall we?" The man held his wife's hand and pulled her forward.