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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 · Fantasia
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219 Chs

I'll Make You Mine

As the maids busied themselves with the tea trolley, Zephirah settled onto a plush velvet chaise lounge, her demeanor regal and composed despite the tumult of emotions churning within her. She watched with a carefully concealed sense of anticipation as the tea was prepared, her mind racing with plans and strategies for the days ahead.

With each passing moment, her impatience grew, a silent reminder of the urgency of the situation at hand. She needed to act quickly, to ensure that her carefully laid plans remained on track despite the unexpected obstacles that had arisen.

"Is everything to your satisfaction, M'lady?" one of the maids inquired, her voice soft and deferential as she approached Zephirah with a steaming cup of tea.

Zephirah nodded graciously, her mask of serenity never faltering as she accepted the cup with a graceful motion of her hand. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice a gentle melody that belied the storm raging within her.