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>The door shut with a finality that echoed louder in Gloria's ears than it should have. With a deep breath, she twisted the key, locking it securely before slipping it into the pocket of her cardigan. The thin fabric did little to shield her from the biting cold, but she hugged it around herself nonetheless, bracing against the sharp gusts of wind that cut through the lonely streets.</p>

<p>The town was silent, too silent, save for the occasional rustling of leaves carried by the night breeze. If not for the dim, flickering glow of the streetlights, the road ahead would have been swallowed in darkness. Gloria's boots clicked against the pavement as she walked, each step heavier than the last, weighted down by memories she could never outrun.</p>

Insufferable Travel Companion