Archer's Voice Quotes Novels & Stories

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

I immediately averted my eyes because he might catch that I lusted after him in my mind. I swallowed helplessly, "I m-mean if it's okay with him." Why does my voice sound like a baby ?! I was already pinching myself on my back. Sin once again rebuked Aristotle, "If it's okay with you..." Sin smirked. My eyes rolled at what he said. I can not believe it. I mean, maybe they work tomorrow is very important and it's close to here so they prefer to stay

"She could've had anything." "Her hands are on the wheel. You can drop your fucking gun from pointing at her goddamn head now." That voice is my salvation. Archer has saved my life and I've never been so glad to hear him. I don't think he realizes just how close this was.

It always did. Pain shot through my side, and I doubled over, clutching at the wound as a guttural growl escaped my lips. The sound wasn’t human, and it sent a chill down my spine. My breaths came faster, shorter, the air refusing to fill my lungs no matter how hard I tried. “You think you’re a leader, Lucien?” Archimedes’ voice echoed in my mind, cruel and mocking. “You can’t even protect the ones you love.”

"It will change nothing, Archer. Stop it and just live the life you wanted to be." After getting closer to me and grabbing my shoulder, Archer continued to lean in closer to me. On the other hand, I grabbed it from him and then groaned after I had done so. The words "Stop giving your all, stop gaining me back, we're done, goddamn it!" kept running through my head and I couldn't help but mutter them. I just now became aware that my speech was loud enough for everyone to hear it, and the mere notion that they did caused me to experience some embarrassment.

Her voice crackled with wrath and menace. "Very well," I responded, the arrow poised, the shield's brilliance undimmed. With a smirk, I baited, "Prepare yourself!" With unswerving force, I released the arrow. The whisper of its trajectory reached my ears even before it met its destination. Yet, the woman's hair extended, twisting and turning to redirect the arrow's flight. Her lips twisted into a taunting smile. "An arrow can't extinguish me. I've borne countless spears and remain unscathed, little archer." Her voice resonated with a frayed edge, a cocktail of fury and trepidation.

“Do you think you can do that or should I gag you?” I maybe could be quiet if I tried hard enough. But who the hell wants to do that, when the alternative is to be gagged? I tilt my head back, letting it rest against the tree. I look up at him through my lashes. He can see my answer there, I can tell by the way he smirks a little. “My slut doesn’t know how to be quiet, does she? She only knows how to moan like the desperate whore she is.” Archer asks, his voice dipping lower. “Don’t worry. Daddy will take care of you.”

Lavina–POV "Archer," I whispered. He turned his gaze to me, his face filled with concern, but his eyes darted around, scanning our surroundings. "What are you doing out here so late?" I inquired. "Who was that man who tried to attack you?" Archer's voice was filled with a protective edge.

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!..."

“Sure. Shop a lot!” Is Archer acting a little strange? Or am I just overthinking? “Carpe diem (seize the day)!” He cheered. “Yes! I will!” I threw my fist in the air reciprocating his strange energy.