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[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

Special Chapter Dedication:

To the amazing @Fatmata_Alisha ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for your endless love and support, darling @Fatmata_Alisha. Your sweet words, power stones, and thoughtful comments on Hunting Down The Last Elf truly light up my day and keep me motivated beyond measure. You've made this journey so much more special, and I can't express enough how much it means to me! 💖

I hope this chapter fills you with as much joy and warmth as your support brings me.

Slowly—so painfully slowly—she turned her head, her pulse roaring in her ears. Her gaze landed on the figure standing in the dim light, and her breath hitched.

"Christon?" Her voice wavered slightly, a mixture of disbelief and apprehension threading through it. "What are you doing here?"

Midnight Coffee With Crybaby