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

Matilda's heart raced with a mixture of fear and anger as she confronted the mysterious man in the dark depths of the forest. Each word he uttered only served to heighten her sense of dread, sending shivers down her spine.

"Lise?" The man's puzzled expression did little to ease Matilda's growing panic. She watched in horror as he furrowed his brow, his gaze shifting uneasily to the ground. His hesitation only fueled her fear, leaving her stomach twisted in knots.

"I'm sorry, I don't recall discarding any girls by that name," he finally responded, his words sending a chill down Matilda's spine. The term "discard" hung ominously in the air, filling her with a sense of foreboding.

"Discard? What do you mean by discard?" Matilda's voice quivered with dread as she struggled to comprehend the man's cryptic response. The mere suggestion of something sinister sent a wave of cold fear coursing through her veins, making her legs feel like jelly beneath her.

I Owe You Something