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

<p>As the door shut behind Zephirah, Alicia's shoulders sagged in relief. She let out a long, shuddering sigh as the stress began to leave her body like water exiting a constricted dam. "That was close," she muttered to herself, scarcely raising her voice above a whisper. Her thoughts were still racing from the meeting as she carelessly patted her chest.</p>

<p>Her eyes were clouded with bewilderment, and a frown pinched her face. "Hey! But wait," she wondered aloud, a tinge of confusion in her voice. "Why do I fear her?" As she struggled to understand her own disquiet, her brows wrinkled more deeply. She shook her head as if attempting to remove the residual worries, "It's not like I did something wrong."</p>

His Warning