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

Standing a few paces away, Nicolas watched. He apporoached, the sunlight danced in his mahogany eyes, casting an enigmatic warmth that seemed to mirror the hues of the garden around them. His stride exuded a casual confidence, hands tucked effortlessly into his pockets, adding an air of nonchalance to the scene.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he repeated, the richness of his voice harmonizing with the daylight that bathed the garden. The subtle melody in his words wove into the ambient sounds of nature. "But appearances can be deceiving," he cautioned, his smile carrying a hint of both mystery and amusement.

Alicia, her hand now withdrawn from the captivating flower, shifted her gaze to the man before her. Despite the familiarity in his features, she struggled to place where she had encountered him. His presence seemed to carry a magnetic allure, leaving her momentarily transfixed in the garden's ethereal embrace.

Not Again...