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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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219 Chs

Seeking Solace

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CONTENT WARNING:

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This chapter contains scenes depicting physical and emotional distress, as well as inappropriate behavior. Reader discretion is advised, especially for those who may find such content triggering or distressing.

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"Stop it! Help!" Alicia's desperate pleas echoed through the library, a desperate cry for help in the dimly lit space. "Adrien," she whispered one last time, wishing someone would come.

The Amulet which was around her neck and now on her nape glowed slightly. Jonas, unfazed by her screams, continued his sinister advances, his hands moving with malicious intent up her legs.

"No one's going to come over here, darling. Just let me have a taste of you," he taunted above her, his voice a venomous whisper.