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, sensing the discomfort escalating, tried to keep her composure. "Mr. Jonas, I appreciate the sentiment, but I believe I need to return to the ballroom," she said, attempting to gracefully extricate herself from the situation.

Just as Alicia thought she was finally free from Jonas's somewhat intrusive company, he spoke again. "Oh, that reminds me..." With an air of reluctant release, he let go of her hand, allowing a sigh of relief to escape her. "Princess Adrasteia inquired about your whereabouts. She seemed rather eager to tell you something," he informed her, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Alicia's curiosity was piqued, her unease momentarily overshadowed by the prospect of information from the princess. "Thank you for letting me know, Mr. Jonas," she replied, seizing the opportunity to gracefully disengage from their encounter.

As Jonas nodded in acknowledgment, Alicia couldn't help but feel a lingering gaze on her.

Meeting At The Library