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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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Driven By His Raw Emotion

Alicia stood frozen, her body stiffening in shock. She had never been kissed before, and the sheer intensity of Adrien's kiss overwhelmed her senses. Her mind went blank, her heart racing as if it had lost all rhythm. His lips were insistent, demanding a response she wasn't sure she could give. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the rawness of his need, but her body, unaccustomed to such intimacy, couldn't keep up. Instinctively, her fingers curled into tight fists at her sides, her knuckles whitening as if bracing herself against the tidal wave of emotions crashing over her.

It was too much. The electricity surging between them, the sudden loss of control—everything felt like a storm within her, just as fierce as the one outside.