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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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Dripping Out In Jealousy

Before Christon could muster a response, the shrill sound of his phone vibrating in his pocket cut through the tension like a knife, interrupting the retort that had been poised on his lips. With a muttered curse, he gritted his teeth against the pain coursing through his body as he struggled to sit up, his hand fumbling in his pocket to retrieve his phone.

As he glanced at the caller ID flashing on the screen, a scowl formed on his lips, his irritation evident in the furrow of his brow and the tight set of his jaw.

With a resigned sigh, Christon silenced the call with a swipe of his thumb, the sudden silence echoing loudly in the dimly lit corridor. Despite the ache in his body and the frustration simmering beneath the surface, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief at the temporary reprieve from their confrontation.