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

"I—" Alicia attempted to respond but was ruthlessly silenced as the woman intervened, completely taking her by surprise.

"Do you still dare to speak back to me?" She lifted her eyebrows in a fierce challenge as she snarled at Alicia, her look piercing like razors.

Alicia glanced over to Adrien and noticed how intensely he was staring at her. She intentionally dragged out the word, as if savoring each syllable for emphasis, then said, "But..." Despite the stress hiding behind her self-assured exterior, she spoke with a tinge of nonchalance.

"I am not employed by the palace." Her tone was calm and collected as she declared, "I am merely Master Adrien's personal maid." Her smile, though seemingly polite, held a subtle challenge as her eyes met the lady's, betraying the pounding of her heart that echoed in her ears. Despite appearing calm, she was aware of how precarious her situation was, and it was evident in every word she spoke.

Do Not Read This Chapter...