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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

Time to dig

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When Alfie brought food to the room, Vincent pulled the cart inside. Eve said, "I don't have an appetite." Not with a dead person in the room.

Vincent pushed the cart and placed it next to her, "I wouldn't have minded you not eating, but you need energy to dig the grave to bury this woman in it." Noticing Eve imagine it, he taunted, "Don't tell me you were hoping I would do all the work by myself, did you?" 

Eve pursed her lips. In less than a few hours, she had turned into a criminal. First, she had killed a person, and now she was going to bury and hide the body. She replied, "I did not."

"Good. Eat now. They are things you can digest," commented Vincent, pulling the chair next to her. He said, "The woman died trying to drink you dry, you should be the last person to be sad about it."