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

Her face was covered before the unexpected guest could get a glance behind the veil, and her heart thumped loudly in a fleeting burst of panic.

A woman in a radiant pink gown strolled in, a vision of gentle grace that conjured up images of fairytales. Delicate and airy, the fabric swirled femininity about her shape.

The dress trailed behind her with every step like a dreamlike cascade, and the faint rustle of the cloth added to the enchanted ambiance.

With an air of elegance, the young woman left the powder room, the soft click of the door closing behind her echoing in the now tense atmosphere.

She turned, and as she did so, the voluminous gown seemed to glide over the glossy tiles with a delicate choreography.

A soft gasp escaped her rosy pink lips as her gaze fell upon the veiled presence of Alicia.

Ever-so-lovely Daughter