Archer Limits Novels & Stories

Lawrence Yancey gave me a supplementary card with a spending limit of 300 dollars, and any excess required his approval with a receipt. He said this was to ensure transparency in the management of the family's finances. I did as he asked for three years. At last month's medical checkup, I was diagnosed with thyroid nodules, and the doctor recommended that I undergo a needle biopsy. I took a picture of the bill and sent it to him. “7,200 dollars?!” He replied in an instant. “It’s just a nodule. Can’t you just monitor the situation first?” I didn’t reply to his text and canceled the appointment. That night, when he got home, he flung two shopping bags onto the floor by the foyer. I re

"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."

Eli was tracing the runes around them. “Right,” they said, stretching. “Everyone in. I don’t care if you don’t think you’re hurt; I’m going to be out of magic for a week after this, so get all the extra health you can get.” “I don’t think that’s a thing,” Archer chuckled as he walked into the circle of runes. “Hey, I’m the one trained as a cleric,” Eli reminded him, flicking his forehead.

"That's it… I'm done… you can go ahead yourself! You didn't come on any mission with us, and made that silly excuse about being sick. I knew that something was going on with you...turns out you were on a solo hunting trip! After hunting with you for all these years… I can bet my ass that this beast is definitely some kind of million dollar deal, isn't it?" ~tch Hearing the archer's words, the woman bit his lips in annoyance. An instance later, a grim defeat crawled under her eyeballs. "Alright! Fine… you got me. What do you want?" "Half" "Fuck no! That's too much… No fucking way!" "Alright, then…" The Archer's feet turned in the opposite direction, "Good luck finding someone else to track it

She had to trust in their strength and focus on preserving her own self-control. With a surge of adrenaline, Archer leaped forward, fending off the raiders with swift, calculated strikes. His eyes met Violet's for a fleeting moment, a mixture of worry and desire shining within them. "Stay back, Violet!" he barked, his voice laced with urgency. "We'll handle this."

He took a tentative step towards her, and she raised the sword on his face. “Stay where you are. If you take one more step, I will not hesitate to hurt you. Now answer my question.” Archer remembered the first time he saw a waterfalls. He was only ten, and was taken by his father the King to a journey to the West, to pay his respects when Lord Vasil, the husband of Elder Ermentrude, passed away from severe pain in his stomach. Behind the family’s castle was an enormous waterfalls supplying water to the river around the place. When he first caught sight of the falls, the water glittering in the sunlight, the birds and crickets singing along to the music made by the cascade of the huge volume

That's why I intervened—before their tension escalated into another screaming match. "A foot massage?" I arched a brow. "When did that happen?" "You beat me three times sparring last week," Phoenix leaned against the counter. "Pay up, Wilder." I crossed my arms. "Before you cheated with the leg sweep." "Illegal move," Jack muttered, drying an already clean plate with sudden interest. "Hence my reparations offer!" Phoenix spread his hands. "Come on, you know you want to." He was wrong—but the exhaustion weighing me down (three missed MMA classes felt like withdrawal) finally won over pride. "Fine," I exhaled. "But wander those hands, and I break fingers."

Archer smiles as he crouches down next to him and says, “You did better than I thought you would and without much fight, do the same at the next one and you will be rewarded. However, you pull the stunt you just did and you will be withering in pain for a lot longer than just a few minutes and there is no guarantee that she would survive anything more than a drop of this shit!..."

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

“I’m sorry. It was a decision I made on a whim. When Ru told me about the blood thing, I kept it to myself because I wasn’t sure about it, and I wanted to talk to you about it first. But when I went to visit Gilly, just seeing her there, it just hit me how little progress we’ve made. I wasn’t thinking clearly. The plan was to talk to Julie about it later, but… she dragged me to the lab before I could even explain.” Archer closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply before resting his forehead against mine. “I get it,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin, “I know why you want to help. But I need you to promise me something.” “Anything,” I whispered. “If you’re going to do this, the