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

Alicia stood in the courtroom, her confusion palpable. The unfolding events had caught her off guard, and she glanced around, seeking clarity. Adrien's hand still encircled her wrist, a gesture that both offered reassurance and seemed to anchor her in the midst of uncertainty.

The murmurs and whispers of the courtiers created a backdrop of uncertainty, and Alicia's eyes shifted between Christon, Gloria, and the councilors. She felt a tug on her wrist, a gentle reminder from Adrien to remain composed.

"What are you waiting for? Did you not hear? Let her go!" His words reverberated, leaving no room for hesitation. The atmosphere in the courtroom shifted as King Alfonzo's stern voice sliced through the palpable tension. His command echoed off the grand walls, demanding immediate compliance.

Interrogation~