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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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Unusual weapon of murder

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In the Dungeon in Raven's town, Eve sat in the same position as she had earlier. The pain inflicted on her skin didn't let her rest, and the slightest movements of her body rubbed against the fabric of her dress. 

The guard named Deacon hadn't returned to her cell. Eve couldn't help but count every second without his presence as a blessing. She stared at the dark wall that she rested the side of her body against. 

Eve used her strength to push herself and take a look outside the small window. She tried to see where the sun was now positioned in the sky, and though she couldn't see it, the colour of the sky had softened as if it was preparing for the time of evening. 

She keenly tried to listen to every conversation that was taking place in this passage and the distant voices that came from the guards at the end of the corridor.