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

The officer's harsh expression softened a little, revealing a hint of understanding. She cast a quick glance at Gloria's face, searching for any hint of doubt or dishonesty. The sun streamed in through the adjacent window, catching the glinting badge on her uniform and adding a radiant glow to the otherwise somber atmosphere of the station.

Though tinged with mild curiosity, the officer's first glance barely touched the surface of Gloria's presence. It appeared as though the officer's purpose for having Gloria there was only a passing notion. Her brow furrowed briefly, suggesting a moment of thought, and then she returned her focus to the glossy magazine spread out across the table.

The officer looked at the pages as if she were lost in the glossy pictures and tales that were there; her disinterest was obvious. She reached for the coffee cup that was next to her and took a casual sip, seemingly oblivious to the warmth of the liquid on her lips.

Imprison Her