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

As evening descended, casting a warm glow across the opulent Crown Prince's room, the lavish decor bespoke a fine taste, with walls adorned by intricate paintings and furniture crafted from rich, dark woods. The crackling fire in the fireplace added a touch of warmth to the room, its dancing flames flickering in rhythmic harmony.

After Adrien finished his conversation with the ministers in the courtroom, he went to his glorious sanctuary. The exquisite tapestries and polished surfaces that mirrored the flickering flames were among the opulent textures that filled the space, and they were all highlighted by the faint light. There was a light smell in the air, kind of like old wood mixed with the tang of embers.

Clad with the heavy burden of courtly matters, his hand sought the lace of the black robe that framed his figure. He pulled it loose with a slow, methodical move, letting the cloth fall about him and gather at his feet.

Found A Diary Underneath The Vanity