Archer Fanfic Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 26—Where To Go? Rain's point of view For the last few days, I have been thinking about La Arma Countryspy. Just thinking about being the one in charge makes my head hurt. Even if it is said that Ali will help me, it is still different when I have knowledge of such a business. Too delicate and complicated. "Hey! You've been an idiot for a while!" said Azariah while we were in the garden. Aliona was with us but took food from the kitchen.

he places his hand on my cheeks and his eyes start glowing, "You, Quinzel O'Conner mine, and the seven seas got nothing on this. Under whatever star, on top of any mountain, I will still say that for the world to hear," "Ares?" I know that Arthur, in his right mind would never talk delicate words that would make me feel like this. The tummy flipping, I'm getting butterflies, energy running through my body I want more of his touch type of thing. "Yes, love?" "Can I have Arthur back please?" I ask nicely, knowing that like me, Arthur would not appreciate what Ares would do without his permission. He nods, and his eyes slowly shift to its stormy grey, and his hand moves away from my face, and a

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

His secretary stared at Lia with jealousy in her eyes. "Take your eyes off him, lady. He's mine" Lia snapped and Arch chuckled leading her towards his office. "She was totally ogling you. I would totally poke out her eyes if I had a fork with me" Lia said, pouting. "Oh gosh, what would I do without you?" Arch laughed, shutting the door. Lia hooked her arms around her husband's neck, gazing into his eyes lovingly. "I love you" she said. "I love you too, darling" T H E E N D

Her fingers outlined the horrible scars with ghost touches, and for the first time in my life, I felt okay when someone did that, and I did not freak out. “What caused this one?” She asked tracing the circular one that was on my abdomen towards the left, right where my waist ended. “A poisoned shaft. It embeded from my back…” I held her hand and made her touch the spot where the arrow had appeared from, “To my front.” A soft gasp ripped out of her. “That must have been painful.” She said in a soft voice, sympathy, utter empathy, and compassion dripping on her tongue. I hummed my response, remembering the horror of it as the previous underboss disguised the assassination for the day in an arc

Shouldn't you be busy being worshipped by your fan club? His mouth curves in that dangerous half-smile. "Why? Jealous you're not a member?" "I'd rather swallow glass." "Always so dramatic, Lilypad." He steps closer, using the nickname he knows makes me want to commit a felony. "Are you sure you don't want an autograph? I could sign something personal. Your bra, maybe?" I feel heat flood my face. "Touch my bra and I will make sure you lose a hand, Archer." "Promises, promises." He's standing too close now. "So, trouble in paradise?"

Does he join some sort of cult or something? Archer is very strange, and he emits so much coldness and authority. He's not a man of many words either. Will I ever be able to escape this miserable life? I need a plan to escape. I need to think of something fast, but first, let me imagine multiple ways of killing Tommy. It brings me joy. Maybe I'm turning into Archer because I'm spending too much time with him, but I want to. I want to kill Tommy. I always daydream about it,, and it has become almost my drea,m, and I pretty much want to accomplish it by all means.

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.

Archer's keen instincts allowed him to predict my impending stumble, and in a swift motion, his impressive physique intercepted me. “You're stumbling and slurring your words, clearly intoxicated. I had no idea your boyfriend would leave you all alone like that! Bullshit!” Archer's mouth twisted in disgust as he forcefully expelled a glob of saliva from his lips. As soon as I removed my hands from him, he made another unwelcome attempt to touch me. I recoiled at the mere thought of Archer's touch, acutely aware of the history we shared as former lovers. I desperately wanted to avoid further enraging Ajax, but his intense loathing for me fueled my determination to confront him, no matter how i

his face was grim and aggravated. *** Archer silently drove, "Arch, are you mad at me?" I opened the conversation. "No." "I was just kidding. Why are you so angry?" "Do you think it's funny to laugh at the men who died at the hands of the Luciad's daughter?" "I didn't mean that at all. I thought you were joking too." "Xevia, Did you know one of my best friends is the victim too?" Archer's hand grabbed my arm and pressed it. "So you're serious? About that?" I looked at him with eyes widened.