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

"Oh, snap!" The guard cursed softly under his breath, his face contorted in frustration at his own oversight. He berated himself internally for allowing his attention to waver in the presence of royalty.

"Forgive this humble guard, Your Highness, for I have offended you," the guard pleaded, his voice laced with genuine contrition as he bowed deeply, his forehead almost touching the ground.

Nicolas maintained his stoic expression, his features betraying no hint of emotion as he listened to the guard's apology. "I just came down to get my jug filled, but I happened to drop it," he explained calmly, his tone measured and composed.

The guard's eyes widened in realization, a wave of embarrassment washing over him as he realized his error. "Your Highness! You should have informed one of the servants or, if not the servants, the guards would do. Let me do it myself—" he began, eager to make amends for his oversight.

Breath Taking Isn't It?