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 last of the birds flew past, their wings casting fleeting shadows on the ground below, Alicia couldn't help but linger a little longer, her eyes tracing their graceful arcs against the sky. With a contented sigh, she finally tore her gaze away from the mesmerizing sight and turned to face Nicolas, her expression calm and serene.

But as she met his gaze, she couldn't help but notice the intensity of his stare, the way his eyes seemed to hold a depth of emotion that sent a shiver down her spine. It was a look she couldn't quite decipher—a mixture of warmth and longing, tenderness and something else she couldn't quite name.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she questioned, her voice tinged with confusion as she tried to make sense of the emotions swirling within her.

"Like what?" Nicolas responded softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he continued to hold her gaze, his eyes searching hers with a depth that left her breathless.

Zephirah's Insinuations