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

My apologies for not updating for the past two days. I could not upload for the past two days due to high fever. Please be patient with the updates. Once I'm recovered, I'll try my best to give long chapter updates as a componsation.

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"Never knew you so much wanted to play hide and seek with me," His voice sliced through the dense tension in the air, jolting Alicia from her spinning thoughts, smooth as velvet but tinged with a hint of amusement. The sneer in his remarks was palpable, like a wicked ghost in the air.

"It's you," she said, her voice a mix of surprise and relief. Her body's stiffness began to dissipate, to be replaced by a cautious sensation of trust. For a brief period, the room felt less stuffy, the shadows less frightening.

The Vile And The Veil