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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.

OSM_1015 · Fantasía
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Once Onyx, Now a Fiery Ruby Red

After finishing her work, Alicia was left standing on the edge of silence. Adrien was still deep in slumber, blissfully oblivious to her thought process or that was what she thought. As the towel rested atop his now-dry, black mane, a spontaneous urge coursed through Alicia — the desire to run her fingers through the silk and wavy strands of the Crown Prince's hair.

Glancing around the room, as if to ensure the solitude that cocooned them, Alicia hesitated for a brief moment. The chamber echoed with a profound quiet, a sanctuary detached from the bustling life of the palace beyond its walls.

With deliberate care, she reached for the towel, lifting it away from Adrien's hair with a shivering hand. Her gaze traced the lines of his closed-eye profile, a study in the serenity that defined his slumber. As if guided by an invisible thread of curiosity, Alicia's fingers hovered above his hair, uncertain yet drawn by an inexplicable force.