Anne Archer Hot Novels & Stories

PRINCE ARCHER had been walking for nearly half an hour, his sword on his right hip, his bow and arrow and some nets and traps on a knapsack on his back, when he spotted Aurora, her bright red hair glimmering under the rays of the sun. She was crouched on one of her traps, holding a fat, brownish rabbit. “Aurora!” he called. She turned to look at the sound of his voice, her eyebrows furrowing. Despite her unwelcoming expression, he still felt joy in his chest upon seeing the lady again. He jogged towards her, only stopping when he was an arm’s length away from her.

The soft bubbling of the kettle echoed in the background as she tuned out the noises around her. “Penny for your thoughts.” Archer groaned out as he stretched his long arms in the doorway before walking towards Cara and wrapping them around her. He rocked with her, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. His touch still sent wonderful sparks and spasms around her body, she had never imagined feeling the way she did about Archer. It was a distant dream that was now a welcomed reality. Everything about Archer screamed sex appeal, bad boy and trouble, yet his every action contrasted the rebellious persona. “I was thinking about us.” She smiled as she poured herself a tea.

She holds her breath, her back arching slightly. I continue, relentless. I lather her arms, one by one, lifting each to soap the armpit, the delicate underside. She lets it happen, passive, eyes closed, face tilted up towards the water spray. I turn her body to face me. She opens her eyes, a silent question in her gaze, clouded by steam.

I took my bow and quiver with me and the training began “ I will teach you one or two things today that you have to hold at the back of your mind” he said and nodded He nudge me to take out my bow and quiver and shoot “ draw” “ hold” “ release". My quiver struck the center. “ perfect” lukas stepped behind me “ I see you have been training and you are improving.” His hands adjusted mine and I felt the bond instantly. “ Your grip is strong… but tense. Try again ” he holds my hands and I release the quiver. I scored a perfect point.

He got up left after that. Fuck he's annoying, and he's so good with words. I rolled my eyes and got out of my chair and headed to my room. Night came in no time, I was lying on my bed humming when I heard a knock. I opened the door and saw Archer standing there, his hair was a bit messy and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Oh my. I tried to stop myself but I couldn't, my eyes travelled from his toned chest to the tattoos scattered on his body. I never liked tattoos but i think im beginning to change my mind because Archer looks hot with them.

His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world. Arrow, also known as Aaron Nelson, nudged me with his shoulder as he sat next to me. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew I would see him later and he would fuck the anger out of me. At work we were strictly coworkers, but outside of work, he was my personal porn star. Who could say no to blonde hair and dark eyes. He looked like Justin Hartley as Oliver queen which just made his nickname even more ironic. He was the most skilled archer in the world. Guns were nothing to him. He was more lethal with an arrow. He truly was a real life superhero with not only his skill on the team, but also in the bedroom.

And that’s when he sees it—a large tattoo on Archie’s right thigh, the bottom edge of it just barely peeking out from beneath his swim trunks. Isabella can’t tell what it is. Primarily because she’s gone a little cross-eyed. Why is it so hot in here? “I’m going to turn up the air conditioning,” She announces hoarsely, walking over to the thermostat and aggressively pressing the button a few more times than is probably necessary. “Okay,” Archie says, adjusting his shorts slightly. He pads over to the sliding glass door in his bare feet. “Ready?” “Yup,” She confirms, her voice artificially strained.

“She’s doing as well as she can be. She’s eager to get up and move around again.” “Poor thing. She’s very pretty. We don’t have any long hair cats.” “Don’t even think about it.” Archer puts his arm around Quinn. “Unless you want me to get a motorcycle.” “No way. Those are dangerous.” “Wait,” I say as I feel the vodka start to hit me. “If Quinn gets more cats, you get a motorcycle?” Archer chuckles. “That’s the deal. Actually, let’s go look for long-haired kittens.” Quinn narrows her eyes, trying to act like she’s mad at Archer. “I’d worry too much about you.”

It wasn’t Xander but the other one, Archer. She had guessed right about the arrow. Archer had a silver bow in his hand. It was magnificent. There was a carving on it and at both tips a jewel. She saw his muscles flex as he raised the bow, leading her to believe it was heavy. Her eyes were stuck on the muscles between his shoulder blades as his arm pulled back and released, sending a white arrow into a ball that had been catapulted into the air. ***

It’s a good thing that he is here. “Dark Reaper.” I turn to Archer after hearing him call me by my name. He looks disheveled, so I can only imagine what he must have been through while he was trying to look for me, as Zarah. His gaze goes to my brother on the ground and the crease between his brows begins to deepen. “What did you—” “He’s safe.” I cut him off. “Zarah, is she…” Archer pauses before rewording his sentence. “There’s a girl—tall with dark hair, strongly resembling that man behind you. Have you seen her?”