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 trio engaged in their formalities, the subtle dance of glances and unspoken communication continued. Alicia, caught in the intricate web of aristocratic protocol, couldn't help but feel a bit out of place. The opulent surroundings and the discerning eyes of the nobility made her acutely aware of her role as an impostor in the royal entourage.

Jonas, ever the charmer, maintained his polite façade, but beneath the surface, there was an unmistakable curiosity about the mysterious "Lise." Adrasteia, on the other hand, reveled in the theatricality of the social scene, her regal demeanor unwavering.

The ballroom echoed with the melodic strains of a waltz, and soon, couples gracefully swirled across the floor.

Jonas, seizing the opportunity, extended his hand to Adrasteia. "Shall we dance, Princess?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Feigning Innocence