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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 · Fantasy
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214 Chs

Do You Not Love Me?

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Even when Alfonzo left, Zephirah's gaze remained glued on Adrien.

Swaying her hips seductively as she twirled her fingers over the edges of her hair strands, she walked toward the large mahogany table.

Zephirah's voice, a velvety caress, filled the space and exuded an allure that was hard to resist. Her eyes, which were framed by fluttering eyelashes, possessed a strong blend of charm and vulnerability that could warm even the hardiest hearts. She cried out, "Adrien?" with a soft pleading tone in her voice that hung in the air like a pleasant tune. "Aren't you gonna speak to me?" Her speech had a pleasant tone until the very end when a hint of melancholy crept in. Once brimming with resolve, her eyes were now glistening with unshed tears.