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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.

ash_knight17 · Fantasia
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546 Chs

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"… believe that Noah knew my mother because there is no way he heard it from me. I never played it in front of him or even sang it," Eve explained to Vincent, who sat beside her inside the carriage. 

Ten minutes had passed since they had left the Moriarty mansion, and Eve quickly let Vincent know about Noah's music box gift to her without wasting time. But what she didn't know was that her openness and communication with her husband would not go well this time. It was because the person sitting in the carriage was not her husband, but the man seeking her. 

"Do you think his father slept with my mother? What?" Eve asked Vincent when she found him staring at her continuously as if soaking in every word she spoke. 

"His father didn't sleep with your mother," Vincent answered, and Eve frowned, wondering how he was sure about it.