Archer Fanart Novels & Stories

Stealing someone's wife and burning their photos—that's even worse than sticking pins in a voodoo doll! Archer couldn't care less about whatever nonsense was running through Anson's mind. After burning all of Larry's photos to ashes, Archer dusted off his hands and stood up. He emptied the bowl's contents, then took it back inside.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

Archer , " To the outside world ,you hate your daughter !! But ,you love your daughter and trying to Abduct the whole property as yours . Don't ever , dream like that !!..... I am a forest fire.....I won't stop if I .... started burning.... There won't be....any mercy...."

You can rely on me for all you need and want to help questions asked, "more silence passes as he continues to hold me, his pacing heartbeat rhythmically like a drum in my ear resting on his chest. " You are so beautiful and kind-hearted, I will never get tired of holding you and hearing you out whenever you need me! Archer says as he adjusts our stance, pulling my chin up gently to look me in the eyes. I know I probably looked like a mess with my teary face and my makeup was probably smeared all over, but I kept his gaze contemplating if I wanted to risk it. I hear him groan lowly as he stares at my cleavage and I bring my chest a little closer to his sight," Do you like what you see that mu

She added, her cheeks red from embarrassment, clearly confused by my silence, not from diving into the gutter that was my mind. "Nope, she's not in our head. I reckon she'd have slapped you seeing those images; she's fiery! Which is why I like her." Archer chuckled into my mind. "Hey, do you want me to keep these images going?" He continued wiggling his brows. "I have a child on my shoulders; want me to drop her because I can't focus." I declared. "We have quick reflexes. She'd be fine." Archer grumbled, unimpressed at my request to stop.

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.

Archer stood over him, his fists clenched, his expression twisted in a mixture of rage and determination. My stomach churned at the sight of Archer's white shirt, stained crimson with blood, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame. His hair was dishevelled, his normally composed demeanour replaced by a raw intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He looked like a man possessed, a force of nature unleashed upon the world. My mind raced with a flurry of emotions, my heart torn between fear for Jason's safety and a desperate desire to calm the storm raging within Archer. "Archer, don’t kill him," I finally said, my voice barely audible, "Stop this. You're hurting him."

Archer. Looking at the last picture hanging above the fireplace, Madison shivered. Perhaps she was imagining the coldness in those green eyes, based on what she had learned, but she didn’t think so. It seemed unlikely the third portrait was anyone but Catherine Archer. She had the same features, though more feminine, and slightly too-full lips as Tiernan. Her haughty gaze was frigid, though the brilliance of her emerald-green eyes should have lent some warmth by virtue of the normally warm shade.

not aggressive, nothing sharp or demanding about it, just the steady overwhelming warmth of a mate in a partial bond state on the sixteenth with every wall she had chemically lowered and her sleeping mind reaching out in all directions without knowing it. Archer appeared at the end of the corridor. He stopped when he saw them. Looked at the door. Looked back at them with an expression that was past pretending. "Tell me you're both feeling that," he said. "Yes," Aiden said. Archer looked at the door again. Something crossed his face....not the easy surface expression he usually wore but something underneath it, something that had been sitting under the easy surface for weeks now getting heavi

"Not tonight." "I was not planning to." "I know you were not planning to. I am saying it anyway." Archer was still near the window. He had his own phone out and was scrolling through the feeds with the particular expression he got when the internet was doing something large and fast and he was trying to understand the shape of it before it finished forming. "It is not bad," he said. Roman looked up from his call. "Do not characterize it yet." "I am not characterizing it. I am describing what I am seeing." Archer turned the phone around so the room could see the screen. "Look at the ratio."