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

In a swift, effortless motion, she was flipped onto her back, her world spinning for a fraction of a second before she found herself pinned.

Her wrists were trapped—both of them, above her head.

He was leaning over her now, his weight pressing her into the mattress, completely overpowering her. His grip around her wrists was firm, not painful, but enough to make her realize one terrifying truth—she wasn't getting away. Not unless he let her.

Alicia's wide eyes locked onto his. The dim lighting cast deep shadows over his face, but his gaze burned. Dark, unreadable, sharp like a predator toying with its prey.

The way he was looking at her sent a shiver crawling down her spine. This was dangerous.

"Running away?" His voice was still thick with sleep, but there was something else there, something that sent her pulse spiraling.

Trapped in His Games