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

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm rays of light that danced across the room, illuminating every corner with a golden glow. Alicia rose from her seat, the soft padding of her footsteps echoing against the polished wooden floor as she made her way towards the door.

As she reached the door, turning the handle and pulling it open, her eyes met Christon's, his charming smile lighting up his features as he stood waiting with a bag in his hand.

"Hey there, princess. Good morning!" he greeted, his voice filled with genuine warmth and affection. The sound of his voice was like music to her ears, soothing her frazzled nerves and bringing a smile to her lips.

"Good morning to you too," Alicia replied, her own smile widening at the sight of him.

Is This What You Call Safety?