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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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Trapped In The Devil's Doom

Alicia sat on the floor of her room, her back pressed against the wooden door, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of her dress as she bit her lower lip, deep in thought. Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, like the ripe cherries that hung in the royal garden. She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, and worse, the slap that followed.

She had slapped Adrien, the Crown Prince—the cold, untouchable, arrogant demon of a man who commanded respect and fear from everyone in the kingdom. The same man who had, for a fleeting moment, broken down the walls around his icy demeanor and kissed her with a passion that had both shocked and overwhelmed her.

How could she have done that? Slap him? She replayed the moment over and over in her head, still incredulous. It wasn't something she would have imagined in a thousand years, let alone a million. And yet, it had happened.