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 the fog of sleep gradually lifted, Alicia realized that she was safe, that she had escaped the clutches of her nightmares once more.

As Alicia gazed down at her clean and refreshed form, adorned in a soft beige nightgown that enveloped her like a comforting embrace, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her. She knew without a doubt who had taken care of her, easing her discomfort and tending to her needs with unwavering devotion. Matilda

Turning her attention to the bedside table, Alicia noticed the nearly empty water jug and lifted the jug to her lips, savoring the cool, refreshing liquid as it quenched her thirst. But as she drained the last few gulps she felt the urge to drink more. Her throat still felt chapped.

Forgotten Veil