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

Leaving the girls take the work from there, Alicia gingerly walked into the palace to meet the Prince in his study.

With each step, Alicia couldn't help but replay the brief encounter with the Crown Prince in her mind. The palace corridors felt oddly quiet, amplifying the rhythmic echo of her footsteps. She couldn't shake off the embarrassment that clung to her like an invisible veil.

As she approached the door to the Prince's study, Alicia hesitated for a moment. She took a deep breath, attempting to collect herself before entering. The door creaked softly as she pushed it open, revealing the dimly lit room

Adrien, seated behind an ornate desk, looked up from his work as Alicia entered. His piercing gaze met hers, and for a moment, the air seemed to shimmer with an unspoken understanding. Alicia swallowed the lump in her throat, her cheeks still tinged with a hint of embarrassment.

Night Fair (2)