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

Young Master Jason lay sprawled on the gravel, a stark contrast to the regal figure he usually cut. The guard, struggling with desperation etched on his face, attempted to lift the man, but it remained limp and unresponsive.

A heavy silence hung in the air as Mr. Harrington's footsteps echoed through the courtyard. The butler's usually steady hands trembled slightly as he knelt beside the fallen master, his keen eyes scanning the bloodied scene with a mixture of shock and disbelief.

Summoning his courage, Mr. Harrington reached out and delicately placed his fingers under the young man's nose, searching for the reassuring sign of breath. The seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity as he awaited any indication of life.

Storm In Rage