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

"This... this is where I'll be staying?" Her voice faltered as she took a few hesitant steps forward, her gaze flickering over the ornate furniture and dark, looming decor of the chamber. Her eyes shot back to him, her disbelief mounting with every second.

Delbert gave a small nod, his face unreadable, but there was something in the air—a palpable tension that thickened the space between them. "Yes," he replied, his voice measured but with a slight edge that hinted at an unspoken understanding.

Alicia's stomach churned. There was no comfort here, no solace in the lavish surroundings. The gothic beauty of the room, with its towering dark walls, intricate carvings, and eerie ambiance, made her feel like she was standing in a tomb. The very thought of it being her "room" sent a chill through her body.

Share the Same Room?