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

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air. A steady beep echoed through the quiet space, each pulse a reminder of time moving forward—whether she wanted it to or not.

Somewhere beyond the haze, a voice cut through the silence.

"Aaria, where's the ERM file I told you to get me?"

The crisp authority of Christon's tone reverberated through his hospital office, laced with his usual impatience.

"It's in my cabin, sir," Aaria, standing by the door, eyed her senior, who was busy with something on his desk. "I'll bring it right away."

Aaria barely had time to turn before Christon's sharp voice cut through the air again.

The urgency in his tone had her hurrying out the door, heels clicking against the polished floor. She wasn't foolish enough to test his patience, not when his attention was already divided between the files cluttering his desk and whatever storm was brewing behind his cold, calculating gaze.

Return. Keep. Toss.