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>There was a quiet expectancy in the hallway beyond Adrien's massive doors, where Alicia stood in the dark. The delicate folds of the green gown enveloped her diminutive figure in a lovely manner. Adrien had insisted that she put back on the gown he had given her, which she did. The garment hugged her body like a second skin, highlighting her slim features and exuding a curiously seductive humility.</p>

<p>Her features were shrouded in an ethereal shroud by a delicate veil, an exquisite work of delicate lace. It hugged her body like a gossamer cocoon, keeping the outside world's nosy eyes off her expressions. Her wide, bright eyes reflected the mixed feelings whirling inside of her, beaming with a mixture of wonder and apprehension.</p>

Heading Towards Sion