OSM_1015

[Mature content. No rape]
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"Mr. Archer!" She hurried her footsteps after the cop, who seemed to have already memorized the way out of the small two-story house.

"It's Adrien, not Archer," he said, not bothering to turn around and look at her as he turned the door knob.

"Fine." She rolled her eyes. "We need to talk, " she said, following him out of the house and closing the door behind her.

"I had enough time to spend with a dunderhead like you," she heard him say, and she fumed.

"How dare you?!" She fisted her palm furiously as she saw him walk past the little gate. "You son of a chameleon!"....

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In a world where mythical creatures like werewolves, vampires, and elves exist alongside humans, a long-standing war has left humans living in fear and captivity. Elves, once thriving, have become extinct due to the ongoing conflict. Alicia, the last surviving elf, is raised by Mrs. Anderson, whom she believes to be her biological mother.

However, when Alicia confronts a man named Adrien, whom she calls Mr. Archer, tensions rise. Adrien's apparent disdain for Alicia triggers a fiery exchange. Unbeknownst to Alicia, her unique heritage as the last elf will soon become a central focus in a world where mythical beings and humans clash.

This story promises intrigue, conflict, and a journey of self-discovery for Alicia as she grapples with her identity and the ongoing strife between mythical creatures and humans.

Hunting Down the Last Elf

Alicia felt her heart pick its beat fast as she found herself in the unexpected embrace of the man who looked straight at her, his warm breath fanning over her, tingling her skin.

Delbert, who came back with the needed first aid kits, stopped in his tracks at the entrance of the room. The glass bowl and the first aid box from the aide's hand fell off at the sight that welcomed him, clanging on the floor, breaking both Adrien and Alicia apart from their brief embrace, but the hands of Adrien didn't leave Alicia's waist, holding her in place. He gave a glance at the man who stood rigid not knowing what to do as he struggled to clean up the mess he had created.

"Forgive me for intruding, Sir," he said before he hurriedly took the first aid kits skittishly.

"Leave it on the table," ordered Adrien in a cold tone, his eyes never leaving the aide, who was trembling like a withering leaf that was during the winter cold season.

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