webnovel

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
Classificações insuficientes
546 Chs

Answers of the Skeleton

Music Recommendation: Bloomsbury- Amelia Warner

Overwhelmed by the revelation, Eve held the edge of the table to support her body from swaying. She asked, 

"H—How can this be possible?" 

It was as if all these years that she knew had turned into a lie. She stared back at the skeleton and muttered, "Maybe… my mother's clothes were used to distract someone else who this person was…" And though she said it, she knew she was only making up excuses for the reality that was in front of her eyes. 

Vincent himself held a serious look on his face and said, "When I saw the skeleton for the first time, I was surprised because of the leather shoes buried with it. The skeleton belongs to a siren, look at the sharp spikes on the back of the spine. No matter how well a person tries to camouflage their true self in the society, the outcasts are bound to get caught in one way or the other. Or don't last long."