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

"Would you rather want me to undress you?"

Alicia's wide-eyed surprise at Adrien's proposal was clearly visible in her expression. She was shocked and blushed with humiliation. Considering how mysterious their contacts have been up to this point, she had not anticipated such a bold suggestion from him.

In response to her reaction, Adrien laughed softly, his warm breath caressing her ear as his fingers proceeded to delicately probe her wounds.

Alicia let out a shaky breath and bit her lips nervously as she felt his skillful hand continue to tend her wounds, his touch surprisingly gentle in contrast to his authoritative tone. She could feel his fingers trace delicate patterns along her skin, making her shiver involuntarily.

Unravel Him