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

Shortly after spending a good deal of time in the piano room, with the gentle notes of music filling the air, Alicia made her way back to her room. The palace seemed to exude a calm elegance surrounding her despite its lavish embellishments.

She hadn't seen Adrien since the meeting in the courtroom since he was too preoccupied with the complex operations of the palace.

Alicia felt a sense of relief that Adrien seemed preoccupied, sparing her from the possibility that he might have discovered her visit to Lady Zaphirah, an act that went against his instructions.

After a considerable stretch of time spent confined to the confines of her room, a wave of boredom washed over Alicia, urging her to seek solace beyond the four walls. The soft hum of a song, a melody echoing in the recesses of her memory without a clear origin, escaped her lips as she ventured out into the palace corridors.

The Sealed Envelope