Archer Box Set 1-14 Novels & Stories

“You’ve been acting so weird the last few days.” “I’m sorry,” He stopped his twitching legs and placed his sweaty palms on the table. “Archer,” She smiled, reaching for his hand. He gripped hers tightly and took a deep breath. “I want to talk to you.” “About?” Cara sat back in her seat as she tried to control the copious amount of emotions surfacing. Archer pushed back his chair and fisted his pocket, pulling out a tiny royal blue box and placing it on the table. Cara gasped at the box in front of her.

He didn't say anything; he just kept going until he found something. Archer pulled out a hard, black, sealed box, similar to the box he had found in my biological father's house. “This is what you were looking for,” Archer said. “It has the same symbol on it.” I sighed and fell to the floor, dead with rage, hugged the box, and swore an oath. “I swear I will find whoever did this to my parents, no matter how long it takes or how I do it; he will pay dearly for destroying my family,” I said angrily and Archer hugged me.

lucky him! Archer, being the son of the present Beta male held the position of the future Beta of their pack, had short, spiky sandy brown hair, green hazel eyes, a built body, dressed in a white shirt that hugged his body, showing off his belly abs, black jean jacket with a pair of black boots. Archer was also mated but to a male and the two loved each other dearly, not Minding the fact that they were the same sex. Karenina, the mother of their little group had short red hair that fell to her shoulders, greyish orbs, wearing a red top, black jeans, and red shoes, Karenina had also found her mate while their other friends, Jenny and Chris died a year ago from longing.

The moment I do, Kella’s instincts kick in and she pulls me and Drake across the room as something in the drawer explodes, sending a dusting of powder into the air. Drake growls, beside me. “Now I know what the gloves are for,” he says, going to the desk and picking up some heavy looking gloves. He goes to the drawer, pulling out a box. It looks like it might be wood under the dusting of powered silver and vervain. Drake takes it to the bathroom attached to the office and dumps it in the sink. I hear the water turn on as he grabs a towel and washes off the box. When he brings it back out, he sets it on the desk and opens it slowly.

"Yes ma'am! I'm aware..." She took a deep breath and inched towards the storage. A few minutes later, she returned with a huge box. When she opened it, Creed saw that the metal box was divided into 10 parallel sections, each carrying 10 different types of arrows. His fingers brushed against the soft velvet wall of the box, giving each arrow an unblemished contrast. Every arrow was made of a distinct element, different from the one next to it. Some had an alluring metallic luster, while others were brimming with alloy's toughness.

“Are you sure you want me to leave?” “Fuck no.” I grab his arms and tug him onto me, spreading my legs. Still breathing hard, I push his boxers down and wrap my hand around his large cock. Archer sits up a bit, removing his boxers, and I push myself up on my elbows, wanting to take a look at the dick that’s about to destroy me.

As I’m shifting everything in the bag – if I turn the shampoo sideways, I’m sure I can fit another pair of socks in here – Archer knocks on my open door. Standing in the doorway, he’s changed into an all-black ensemble like we’re going on some kind of special ops mission. He looks good though, just like he does in everything. That black long-sleeved t-shirt is stretched over the muscly expanse of his chest, showing every dip and line. I shake my head a little and scold myself. We can’t be distracted by Archer’s hotness right now! We have to protect my mom! I force myself back to my work of fitting way too much into a bag that’s much too small.

The bodyguard held the box, and Lily carefully unlocked it and lifted the lid. Inside was a beautiful bow and arrows. The bow was entirely made of solid, shiny gold. It took the shape of two large dragons facing each other, parallel to each other, standing on top of a connecting curve, forming a handle. Their mouths opened, spewing out a crown-shaped flame with three voids. From the arc at the handle, the extension design followed the two long pointed tails that curved down softly, creating an elegant finish for the bow handle.

He shakes his head, doing a little evil laugh before jumping completely out from behind the door and proudly, he holds a long feather in his small hands. “What are you doing with that feather?” I laugh, tilting my head to the side, peering at him curiously. Archer smirks at me, like an evil villan before he closes his eyes and nods his head, as if he were jamming to an unknown beat in his head and then, so sudden, his green eyes snap open and he smirks wider and I give him a funny look. What is he— Oh! OH! I pale in realization.

In the mansion, the people of the Hamilton family settled down comfortably, and they decided to throw a housewarming party before Arthur's wedding. In the meanwhile, the atmosphere in the study room of the Hamilton's mansion was somewhat solemn. Archer held a medicine box in his hand. He opened it and it was a row of frozen potions inside. It was the antidote he had created for his son. "Arthur, are you ready?" Arthur nodded. "Yes, I'm ready." He thought about it very clearly. He wants his memories back. "Do you need to call Kinsley over to be with you?" Archer suggested.