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

Christon's nonchalant demeanor persisted as he methodically unraveled the bandage roll, the fabric tearing with a swift and deliberate motion. "Fist your palm," he instructed, his tone revealing an ease in handling injuries. With calculated efficiency, he skillfully bound the bandage around Gloria's elbow and wrist, securing the wound within its confines.

A smirk played on Christon's lips as he tapped the injury, his eyes locking onto Gloria's. "You never asked me who I was. So, practically, it ain't a lie, Hun," he remarked, a hint of amusement coloring his words. His fingers, tracing the pulse beneath the bandage, spoke of a familiarity with the ebb and flow of life coursing through the veins beneath.

"No..." Gloria shook her head, her eyes searching for an explanation that eluded her grasp.

The Danger & Desire In Her Blood