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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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Sneaking around

Allie turned away from her book and looked slightly startled, with her eyes shifting to look at the vampiress, while the expression on her face barely changed, and after a second, she went back to solving the problems in her book. 

Rosetta closed the door and made her way to where Eve stood. She said in a panicked voice, "D—do you t—think it is too late for me to run away from here? My parents are making sure to invite the Lords, the D—Dukes, and everyone else they have high contact with!"

"Calm down, Rosetta. Deep breaths," Eve breathed in and out, and Rosetta followed, who appeared to be hyperventilating. 

"I don't think there's enough time for me to woo Eugene," Rosetta's red eyes widened in realisation. "He gave me a balm this morning for my palms. Is that love? Do you think he likes me? What if he isn't?!"