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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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"Very good, Miss Allie," praised Eve while looking at the answers that Allie had written in her book. "You got all your answers right."

Allie's eyes glowed while her face remained expressionless. 

"It should be enough for the day. We shall continue the rest tomorrow," Eve said to the girl, who quietly nodded. 

Someone knocked on the room's door, and when they turned, they saw it was Marceline. She wore a polite smile and said, "I hope I am not interrupting."

Eve replied with a smile, "We just finished the class. Is there anything I could help you with?" She politely asked the woman. 

Marceline nodded and stepped inside the room, walking to where they were. A maid followed Marceline behind her with a bag in her hand. The little girl turned in her chair, looking curiously at the maid's hands.