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

A menacing chant of "Blood..." hung in the air, evoking a sense of unease throughout the crowd.

The weight of the discovery was set in like a dense cloud, and the atmosphere crackled with explosive tension. That was when the classy shop turned into a hotbed of desire, with all eyes focused on the scarlet patch on Alicia's back.

Amidst the dangerous silence, the staff member who had provoked the situation couldn't hide the malicious satisfaction etched across her face.

Now that her offensive of jealousy had worked, she enjoyed watching all the vampires in the room give in to their primal instincts. She reveled in her immunity to the seductive aroma of blood, unspoiled by its enticing attraction as a human.

The other employees, who had previously been kind and understanding, gave in to their urges. Their once-warm eyes have darkened with terrible yearning. Eyes widened, mirroring the instinctive impulses that rushed through them.

He Ditched Me