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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 · Fantaisie
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A Spy In The Servant's Quarters

In the dimly lit, dark room, Gloria lay in the bed, lost in the depths of her slumber. The silence was occasionally broken by her soft snores, creating a tranquil symphony in the otherwise still space. In the distance, echoes of soft laughter reverberated through the air, creating a distant melody that seemed to dance around the room. However, Gloria remained undisturbed, cocooned in her exhausted sleep, oblivious to the world outside.

As the laughter drew nearer, accompanied by the rhythmic click-clack of approaching footsteps, the door to the room creaked open with a soft, almost inaudible click. The darkness of the room seemed to deepen as a sliver of light from the corridor spilled in, casting a dim glow on the surroundings.