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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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Missing Groom and Bride

Music Recommendation: Violin Concerto No. 2 RV 315- Antonio Vivaldi 

Marquee Hooke and Marchioness Hooke, who arrived in front of the chapel of the Brigade town, noticed the few carriages parked just a short distance from the chapel. Lady Aurora asked her husband, 

"It seems like not every guest has arrived and are probably on their way. Even the Moriartys are yet to make their presence."

"Looks like it, dear," Marquee Hooke answered his wife as he straightened his coat. He then looked in the direction they had come and remarked, "Where is Rosetta's carriage?" 

"It should be here in a minute or two at the most," Lady Aurora replied, and she took a quick look at her reflection in the chapel's window. She curled the back of her hair, which now rested on one of her shoulders.