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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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I've got him all to myself

Zephirah looked up at Alfonzo, surprised by his sudden and unexpected display of adoration. Her eyes widened slightly. She hadn't expected the atmosphere to change so quickly, and for a split second, she didn't know what to say.

The rumor that the Crown Prince had hired a new maid quickly spread like wildfire throughout the palace's halls. With their love of rumors, maids and other staff members excitedly whispered the story, passing it from ear to ear until it became the topic of conversation for the day. Every whisper that circulated added a new element of fascination to the rumor mill's buzzing supposition.

Curiosity-seeking looks, and whispered talks could be heard in the kitchens, among the blooming gardens, and even within the opulent rooms. This new maid, who was she? Was the girl one among them? How was it that she had the Crown Prince's interest? The atmosphere was thick with conjecture and presumptions, creating a tapestry of untruths and delusions.