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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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The Most Awaited Night

The evening soon turned to twilight, casting a purplish tint over the fluffy clouds. Outside the magnificent Mansion of Sulkins, a light breeze rustled the leaves and carried the delicious aroma of the blossoming flowers that graced the expansive garden. It was a night of grand celebration, a night that had been eagerly anticipated by the inhabitants of the mansion.

Four elegant vehicles waiting to whisk their privileged passengers to the eagerly anticipated welcome party to which the Monarchs had invited them at the base of the mansion. The cars shone in the last of the afternoon light.

A powerful and wealthy man of distinction, the Lord of Sulkins waited in his opulent rooms, making adjustments with his bowtie carefully. His tuxedo was immaculate, his silver hair perfectly combed, and his elegant face exuded a sense of regal authority.