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

As one of the maids who had entered the room with a demure air of authority, the room held its breath. "Your Highness," she said, "His Majesty the King awaits your presence in the drawing room." Her voice was soft as she spoke.

The other two maids joined her, their eyes darting over the room looking for the mysterious Crown Prince while they wore respectful but vigilant expressions.

As the scene developed, the room itself appeared to be a witness, illuminated by the gentle morning light.

As she remained covered behind the drapes, Alicia couldn't help but be perplexed by the strange title. Her thoughts were colored with a hint of confusion as she softly asked herself, "Your Highness they say?" She wondered if perhaps the room and its occupant had been misidentified or if there had been a miscommunication.

An Eventful Morning