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

The room buzzed with tension as the girl ignored Gloria's plea and moved towards the door with determination. Gloria, realizing the severity of the situation, hurriedly tried to explain herself.

"Wait! No!" she exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice. In her attempt to be heard, she pulled at her already tangled hair, a physical manifestation of her mounting distress. "Just listen to what I've got to tell you!" she pleaded, desperation coloring her words. However, her words fell on deaf ears as the impending call to the guards seemed inevitable, the shadows of suspicion casting a long and uncertain pall over the room.

The room felt stifled as the security guards entered, their presence imposing and authoritative. Gloria's eyes darted nervously between the guards and the seemingly skeptical girls in the room.

Toward The Courtroom