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

<p>Alicia sat at the edge of the massive bed, its frame a masterpiece of silver filigree, twisting and curling like vines frozen in time. The headboard was just as grand, deep sapphire velvet tufted beneath intricate carvings of wolves and roses, symbols she had yet to understand. Beneath her fingertips, the silk sheets whispered as she traced aimless patterns against their dark expanse, the fabric cool to the touch despite the warmth of the room.</p>

<p>The sound of running water drifted from the ensuite, a soft murmur against the suffocating silence that wrapped around her like a heavy cloak. The chamber was vast, a place of opulence, yet it felt almost too still, too perfect—like a scene frozen in time.</p>

His Thoughts