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

Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, Zephirah paced back and forth in her opulent chamber, her silk robes swishing softly with each step.

The elegant fan in her hand moved with practiced grace, its rhythmic motion a reflection of the nervous energy that coursed through her veins. Her thoughts were consumed by worry as she waited for Kealen, her heart pounding in her chest as she wondered where he could be.

With each passing moment, Zephirah's anxiety grew, casting a shadow over the luxurious surroundings of her chamber. She glanced at the ornate clock on the wall, its hands ticking away the seconds with agonizing slowness. Where was he? What could be keeping him away?

As she continued to pace, her mind raced with a million possibilities, each one more alarming than the last. Had something happened to him? Was he in danger? The uncertainty gnawed at her insides, filling her with a sense of unease that refused to be quelled.

Anxious Chambers