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

As the ball approached, there was an air of tangible excitement in Princess Adrasteia's opulent chambers.

Devoted to her work, the handmaiden cared for the princess with great attention to detail, her nimble fingers twirling over Adrasteia's glossy locks in anticipation of the lavish evening that lay ahead.

The chamber itself was an extravagant sight, with ornate tapestries, ornate furnishings, and the subdued glow of well-placed candelabras. The air filled with the whiff of aromatic candles.

Seated on a grand chair, Adrasteia looked into the magnificent mirror in front of her, which was filled with an exquisite assortment of dresses, jewelry, and accessories.

The princess's exquisite taste and royal height were evident in every piece, which was carefully selected.

As the handmaiden carefully crafted an intricate hairstyle, the princess's thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, her expression betraying a subtle sense of reluctance.

The Princess's Mischievious Plan