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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 · Fantasi
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221 Chs

Driven By His Raw Emotion

The soft, almost imperceptible shift in his breathing was her first clue that something had changed. Before she could react, his eyes snapped open, a deep, lazy red—those familiar, piercing eyes, so sharp they seemed to cut through the dim light of the study.

It was obvious, the girl was utterly undone, flustered from head to toe.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice a low rumble laced with dark amusement. "Look who decided to pay me a visit."

Alicia's heart thundered so loudly in her chest she was certain he could hear it. It felt as though it might leap straight out of her throat. "I—I wasn't—" she stammered, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her trembling hands worked frantically to free the necklace, but her fingers refused to cooperate, fumbling uselessly against the delicate chain.