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

Gloria shifted uneasily in the luxurious leather seat of the car, lamenting what seemed like the countless times she had to travel in silence. The monotony of the trip was getting to her. The opulence of the settings did little to ease her annoyance as Christian's sporadic taunts continued, each one a thorn in her side.

In a desperate attempt to find respite, Gloria reached for her earphones, the tactile sensation of the cool, smooth cables providing a small comfort in the plushy leather seat of the car.

As she plugged them into her earbuds, the melodies began to play, creating a brief sanctuary of sound that momentarily eclipsed the ceaseless banter and offered a reprieve from the monotony of the journey.

The music, a distant refuge from the smug grins and teasing remarks created a cocoon of solace, and for that fleeting moment, Gloria found herself lost in the rhythm, the world beyond the car temporarily forgotten.

His Genuine Mirth