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

"Well, I see you're feeling better, but maybe go easy on the pillow fights for now," Christon remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He entered the room holding the pillow that Alicia had intended to throw at Gloria.

Both the girls turned toward the source of the voice, surprise evident on their faces as they registered his presence.

"Prince Christon, I apologize for the impromptu pillow attack," Alicia apologized immediately.

"Please, not the title. Chris is enough. And, no harm done. Just take it easy and rest. We wouldn't want to add another patient to be bedridden in here, do we?" he chuckled, a friendly smile softening his features. His gaze then shifted to Gloria, who had quietened in his presence. A playful smirk broadened his lips as he observed her avoiding eye contact.

Alicia, sensing the tension, couldn't resist a teasing smile as she nudged Gloria's shoulder playfully.

Dizzy In the Bath