Novel & Cerita Archer Stay Night

I had a ton of other stuff left to do, but none of it was urgent. My high profile client was checked in, we hadn’t heard another peep from the frat guys since I sent up the complimentary champagne, and there didn’t seem to be any other problems with the guests that needed my attention. “No, I don’t think I will. I’m beat.” Staying late was a way of life for me, but my feet were aching in my new stilettos, my eyes were burning from staring at my computer screen for too long and my three hours of sleep the night before was catching up to me. The night before that I only had four.

She knows his name. "You should probably go home and knock yourself off." "I'm sorry, what?" She seems afloat, her mind couldn't process his words. Archer didn't respond, idleness is crawling down his feet and he doesn't really care about her. He only found it unusual to see anyone outside in the middle of the night.

She explains. Hal looks at me concerned. "Yeah, okay." I say, staring straight ahead at the nurse trying to avoid Hal's concerned gaze. "Alright. Now, do you have a place to stay for the night Mr..." She checks her clipboard. "...Xavier Lucian?" She asks. I look down at my hands. "Oh Xavier, you can come stay with me if you like." Hal offers. I think about it for a bit. Hal does seem extremely nice. "I have to attend school though, like how far away is it from your house? Just so I know the distance I'd have to walk." I ask.

His head cranked toward the movement, and many behind them faced that way, too. Malitus’ finger stabbed towards the running figure. “Stop that man and make sure he’s taken alive!” They heard the twang of bow strings as guards fired arrows. The missiles flew through the night and the figure in the distance cried out as arrows pierced flesh. The archers and men on horseback dismounted and moved to the edge of the forest, hesitating to enter after the crying man they’d shot. Swords drawn, the four went to join them. As the officers drew near, the regular soldiers dived in the grim forest. They rushed after the man who now lay, rolling about at the edge of the woods, shouting curses amid his cri

“I should, uh, go inside and get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.” Archer’s hand lands on the back of his neck, and his brows pinch together. “Right. Tomorrow. Your brother’s party.” I pat my leg and make a kissy sound, getting the dogs’ attention. Archer stands aside, letting me take the lead back into the house. “Thanks for dinner. See you tomorrow,” he says as he pulls his keys from his pocket. He’s gone before I can tell him goodbye.

Archer growled. He pulled the tent shut and curled up in his bedroll. He looked at the tiny flicker of ruby in the darkness… He knew he didn’t deserve Ariadnes forgiveness… But he wasn’t wrong for hoping for it still, was he?

Minutes later, he poured me a hot tea. “You can sleep over here,” Archer said. “Under the circumstances, I think it's the safest thing to do today. Tomorrow, I'll drive you home and then we'll go to the library together. I should definitely be by your side; it's possible that more rogues will be looking for you.” That was not good news, so I nodded. Archer set up a room for me, then I went to the bathroom and took off my jacket and the clothes I had on. I took a quick shower and stayed in my boxers. All at once, I began to feel very hot.

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

My Lycan Prince. Chapter Fifty-Four. Archer has been hanging around my house for the past couple of weeks. And as much as I hate to admit it, I like seeing him everyday. Usually I’ll make dinner and we eat and watch movies. I’ve been enjoying him staying over every night but I sometimes forget he has a fiancé back at the mansion. “Archer, maybe you shouldn’t stay tonight. Marianna is your fiancé, don't you think she wants to be with you?”

"Too soon. But we will teach you, love. We will make you strong enough. Stronger than the fate that hunts us." Cerberus met my eyes then, his face carved in steel, but his voice was raw. "Next time, Zeina... he won't be able to stop it." I tightened my hold on Archer, the fire in me blazing so bright it hurt. "Then we make him ready before that day comes." Morning came heavy. Too heavy for a boy who should have woken with nothing more than scraped knees and tangled hair. Archer lay curled between the furs, his little frame pale and spent, his breaths shallow but steady. He had slept the night through after the storm broke—if you could call it sleep. His body had sagged into it like a soldier