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 Alicia ran through the dense forest, her heart pounding with adrenaline, she could still feel the weight of Kaelon's attack lingering in her mind. Each step she took felt like a battle against the darkness that threatened to engulf her.

But amidst the chaos and fear, a glimmer of hope flickered within her. She clung to the belief that she could escape this nightmare, that she could find her way back to safety and freedom.

As Alicia continued to run through the dense forest, her breath coming in ragged gasps, she spotted a glimmer of light filtering through the thick foliage ahead.

Each step she took seemed to echo through the silent woods, the only sound the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying vegetation, adding to the sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the night air.

Failed To Keep Up His Words