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

Zephirah's voice broke through the boisterous clamor of the celebration and directed everyone's attention to the center of the grand hall. "Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may request your attention for a moment," she said as she came forward, her gorgeous dress flowing behind her like a cascade as she went elegantly across the floor.

The hem of Zephirah's robe rustled softly against the floor as she approached the group, a melody seemed to echo with the atmosphere of excitement that filled the grand hall. Because of the ethereal quality of her entrance, everyone in the room turned to look at her.

The opulence of the hall appeared to bow down to her as she arrived in its middle. Zephirah held the room's attention with her elegance and charm. Her smile was made even more radiant by the gentle light of the chandeliers above.

Lost Amidst the Crowd