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

Knocking persistently, Deeva waited anxiously outside her Mistress's chamber, her heart pounding with worry as silence greeted her from within.

Frowning, she slowly turned the doorknob, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios as she entered the dimly lit room.

"Milady?" she called out tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper as she scanned the chamber for any sign of her Mistress.

But the room was eerily empty, the only sound the soft hum of the lamps that flickered gently in the dim light.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Deeva hurriedly crossed the room, her footsteps echoing softly on the polished marble floors.

Her eyes darted around, searching desperately for any trace of her Mistress, but there was no one to be found.

As she came to a stop, her ears caught the faint sounds of moans and whispers emanating from a nearby closet.

Zephirah's Scandle