Archie Andrews Novels & Stories

Archer For years archer's way of dealing with pain and sadness was to ignore everything around him and pretend nothing and everyone did not exist. but it seems he could barely hold back anymore. While the first step towards getting his life back backfired, he knew he lost even before the challenge started he suddenly felt like a failure because he was in denial about his feelings towards her. Shortly after she left the bathroom back there at the diner, he waited a few minutes to arrive at his table

he said as he hugged me into his huge arms. After that incident, he made me a bow and a few sets of arrows and secretly trained me. He was so elated upon seeing that I could shoot my arrows really well at such a young age. Little did he know that I used to spend my free time alone doing archery in my previous life. [End of brief flashback]

I said, sitting down on the chair. "Oh, no problem, dear. Would you like some eggs and bacon?" she asked and I agreed. "Is Andrew still sleeping?" I asked. She shook her head. "Nope, actually he went to go pick up some bacon he should be here any—" "Ma, I'm back," Andrew yelled as he was walking into the kitchen. "Thank you. I'll get started right away!" Shelby said, already taking the bacon out of the package. Andrew wore a pair of black jeans that hung low, showing off his V-line and a pair of combat boots then a red shirt under his black leather jacket. I looked up to see Andrew smirking at me.

Andrew called her in. “Yeah Andrew?” She had never been invited into Andrew’s sanctum before though the accountant had always been nice when they had encountered each other, and not at all uncomfortable with her lifestyle wear. In fact, she speculated, that Andrew was fringing on the lifestyle from the way he eyed up Shadow on occasion. But she imagined he was more the car keys in a bowl type of guy. “Gregory has asked me to get some details off of you,” Andrew looked tired. “Sure,” she walked in and eased into one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk to where he was. “These chairs aren’t really designed for vinyl, it is all grippy,” she commented, crossing her booted calves. “So,

Andrew stood across from the administration building with the keycard clenched tightly in his pocket. His heartbeat was unbearable. This was insane. Completely insane. One security camera. One janitor. One mistake— Everything would collapse. Mark’s career. Andrew’s future. All of it. He inhaled shakily and forced himself toward the building entrance. The lobby was nearly empty now. Perfect. Trying to look calm, Andrew swiped the silver keycard against the restricted elevator scanner. Green light. Access granted. Andrew’s stomach twisted harder. The elevator ride felt eternal. When the archive floor finally opened, silence greeted him immediately.

He pulled out her card and tapped her number into his phone, Annie answered on the second ring. “Hello?” “Mrs. Crozier, it’s Brother Andrew here, I wondered we could meet at the Chapel this afternoon? I have some good news.” “Yes of course, what time?” asked Annie, she was excited at the thought of getting her teeth into another project, especially one that hadn’t been written before.

I really wanted to introduce her to Zackery but the idiot is still busy chasing meaningless hookups. “Nah! I am good. Where is Andrew anyways? Haven’t seen him since the start of my shift.” I said as I cleared the tables with Don, a temp here just for the season. The annual hunt race is near and the crowd will just double in numbers. Thankfully Andrew hires two three temps whenever the event is near. And yup! The minimum age has been extended up to 18. Although I am angry with Aaron right now but I must give him credit where it’s due. He fulfilled his all promises to me. “He’s busy upstairs in his food lab. Trying to invent some new pasta.” Saha provided with a roll of her eyes. Everyone lov

"I mean was it necessary for you to act mean in front of my fans?" Andrew acted as if losing his patience, held his right waist, just as he turned to face the girl, he saw the ID. Pia Drew C. Barcenilla. Third year student. Civil Engineering Department. Pia continued clearing the librarian's counter when Andrew called her name. "Wait..... do you know me, Ms. Barcenilla?" Pia stopped what she was doing. With her usual dispassionate face, she smirked. "Are you kidding me? Oh why you're the famous Andrew Cortez of this year's hottest series!"

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Andrew Archer has an announcement he wishes to make.” Andrew stood. “My grandmother, Martha Archer, left the Lycan Square mansion and the entire Archer fortune to her grandchildren. Because my sister Amelia murdered Martha, she cannot, by law, collect a dime, and everything has been transferred to me and my younger sister, Amanda.” Everyone cheered, but Andrew wasn’t finished. He held out his hands for silence. “I have decided to give the bulk of my now immense fortune to my daughter, Amy Gray,” Andrew declared. “I see no point in making her wait until I’m gone to enjoy it. Please help me in wishing her happiness.”

“To tell you the truth, I had no idea who she was, and he never did introduce us. She hit on me, and since I have never been serious with any girl, I fucked her and that was it. She wanted more, but I couldn’t offer her more. Lady Archer, you should know that ladies often fling themselves at your husband, but I only have eyes for you and only you. I am completely and utterly besotted with you. You alone, Maya Zion Xavier Archer. I was waiting for you. I fucked many girls. I won’t lie to you, sweetie; no one came close to making me want to settle down like the 16-year-old girl I met back then, and I couldn’t even tell her I wanted her; instead, I proposed that we make tattoos together. I won’