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Hunting Down the Last Elf

[Mature content. No rape] ____________________ "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!".... ________ 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.

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Cradling In Tender

As the sleek black car glided to a halt on the palace grounds, Christon's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment before he finally released it and pushed open the door. His eyes were fixed on the grand entrance of the palace, his expression a mix of urgency and determination.

Gloria, who had been watching him with a mixture of concern and disbelief, felt a knot form in her stomach as she saw him dash towards the palace without a second thought. The engine continued to purr softly

As Christon's figure disappeared into the grandeur of the palace, Gloria found herself alone in the dimly lit courtyard, the soft glow of the moon casting eerie shadows around her. She glanced down at the car key dangling from the ignition, a sense of unease creeping over her.