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

She placed the letter on the coffee table and covered her face with her hands. "I have failed to protect your little angel." She was trembling as she cried, clutching her heart. "You entrusted me to her, but what have I done?"

Her body ached from the cries, each one piercing her like a shard of glass. "Alicia," she whispered, her voice faltering and cracking between the agonizing sobs. "Where have you gone? Her hands were shaking as they covered her face, attempting in vain to protect herself from the misery that seemed to be consuming her own soul. "Please, please come back to me," she pleaded, her words scarcely audible.

Mrs. Anderson felt a torrent of emotion rush over her, overwhelming her like an invincible force. She carried a lot of weight—the weight of the secrets she was now carrying, the weight of the responsibilities placed in her hands, and the hurt of her apparent failure.

The Truth