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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.

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His Troublesome Snowhead

Away from the two pleasure birds, a man, with a determined glint in his eyes, sprinted through the dense woods, his strides covering the ground in an almost supernatural speed. His breaths were steady, and his focus remained unyielding—an unwavering pursuit of a certain snowhead who always seemed to find herself entangled in one predicament after another.

Emerging from the woods, he entered the Eldorian town, where the atmosphere had undergone a subtle transformation. The lively market streets were winding down, vendors diligently packing up their wares, and the townsfolk gradually retreating to the warmth of their homes. The fading daylight cast long shadows across the cobblestone pathways as the town prepared to embrace the tranquility of the night.