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

Rich tapestries covered the walls as King Alfonzo sat in his spacious study, the air heavy with the smell of old parchment and ink. King Cyran sat across from him and talked about the complex matters governing their respective domains.

As the night wore on, King Alfonzo offered a brief break from the serious business of state while smiling politely. "My dear Cyran, why not join me for a brief reprieve in the cellar? A vintage wine awaits, and perhaps the cool ambiance will provide us with a welcome change of pace."

Thanking him for the invitation, King Cyran nodded. The sound of the royal robes clinking created a soft symphony as the two kings got up from their chairs and walked side by side, carrying on their discourse.

A New Marriage Alliance