Archie Andrews Riverdale Novels & Stories

I don’t know how this will go. “So…” Archie comes back, about ten minutes later, his hair damp, and he is in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. He looks like those high school boys who are just coming from a run, and I can’t help but stare. I jerk towards his stomach, and he shakes his head. “Marc” I raise an eyebrow. “Do you guys want anything to eat or drink? I have some…” Rae cuts in, rushing towards him. “Can I have the chicken? I’m hungry, and I have been waiting for hours.”

He warned and I nodded "He's a damn lucky guy" I heard Phil say and I smiled secretly. My eyes only see Andrew and why is he so hot and handsome? Why? Let's appreciate God's gift for his appearance. "Please please" Andrew is taking the ball to the goal net but Archer got it. Archer passes it to Chris and damn it! The game is so intense and there's so many scene where Andrew almost make the goal but either Archer or Chris blocked him They're best friends but when it comes to game.. they're pretty much enemies. It's time out and the boys are taking their drinks and rest before continuing the game. I looked at Andrew and he's currently talking to his teammates.

She is the daughter of the late chauffer, Mr Bright Waters of Andrew's dad, Silas Grey and her mum Beatrice Waters, was Andrew's nanny. I know you guys might be wondering just why I would be interested in Stacey, but you see, I don't even have the answer myself. Andrew introduced Stacey to us as his friend when Joe, Evans and I went over to his house on one summer vacation. It was a hot afternoon, one summer when I and the guys came back for holiday from boarding school. We decided to go fishing, down the lake near Andrew's house. Andrew shocked us all when he brought Stacey along with him. I could never forget how beautiful she looked, in a white dress that spotted a ketchup stain on it's h

I adjusted my black fitted dress and went to Andrew. “Good evening, I’m Laura. The King’s stepdaughter. I’m Andrew Ravencraft.” The werewolf regarded me, eyes lingering on my breasts for a moment. He bowed. “I was hoping to meet you before the night was through.” That pleased me. His face had a red mark about the size of a hand. It sparked my interest. “What happened to your face?” I asked, and I touched it lightly. “Nothing.” His dark gaze drifted to Sarah. Gag. My mother was watching me now that I was with Andrew. Her gaze was intense as always. “Please, excuse me. I need to speak to my mother.”

“I will help you pack.” With my help it only takes a half an hour for James to pack all of his important things in his room. I peek out of his door before I open it, listening for Andrew. I do not hear him anywhere in the house. I signal for James to follow me down the stairs with his things. Carrying the smaller bag I help James, load his items in his Jeep. I walk with him around to the driver’s side, trying to keep my feelings in check. Grabbing me around the waist, James pulls me in and kisses me deeply. He climbs in his Jeep and drives away. My breath catches in my throat as I look on the porch and see Andrew standing there. “Be brave,” River coaches me from inside. “You have just as muc

But we know, I had always been her favorite child- the apple of her eyes. “Why are you standing alone? Come and grab some drinks. There are too many hot chicks.” Andrew said winking me. He always walks with that good-for-nothing cocky grin. I wonder what those girls find good about it! Andrew is my distant cousin- my Aunt Jessica’s younger son. His bond with me and our pack is the strongest, even though he can’t mind-link with me. Moving the glass of wine sophisticatedly, he inhaled its aroma and eyed a girl in tight dress barely covering her butts.

he said, and Rael frowned. “What is it?” “Archibald, Alpha of Riverside Pack, just arrived. But that’s not all…” he paused, steadying his breath. “He’s here with an army.”

Archie said, already walking passing by Dylan. Dylan shook his head, watching his husband leave. Archie walked straight out of the cathedral's exit and didnt see Dylan beside him. He turned and saw Dylan bowing in front of the altar. Archie got horrified and walked back toward the cathedral's exit. He left and went straight to the carriage that was already prepared. He reached the foot of the door and stood there waiting for Dylan. Dylan walked towards him, taking long strides without losing his grace. Finally he arrived at the carriage and Archie took his arm. Dylan went upstairs and then Archie, sitting right next to him.

“You look… trapped.” Tears burned my eyes, but I shook my head. “Not here. Please. He’s watching.” Andrew reached for my hand, just for a second, his fingers brushing mine. The warmth of his touch nearly undid me. But then a shadow stretched across the hallway. Arrow. His expression was calm, almost pleasant. But his eyes… his eyes were knives. 🗡️ Andrew dropped my hand instantly, his face hardening. “Mr. Dawson,” Arrow said smoothly, extending his hand as if greeting an old friend. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“Aunt Sarah.” Sarah embraced her affectionately without hesitation. “Please, call me Sarah from now on.” Unlike Katelyn, Genevieve actually belonged beside Damon. Beautiful. Elegant. From a respectable family. Everything Sarah ever wanted for her son. Andrew quietly greeted Genevieve from where he sat. “Genevieve.” She nodded politely toward him.Then almost immediately, Andrew stood from the sofa. “I should head out.” Sarah barely looked at him. “Fine.” Andrew muttered his goodbye before leaving the room entirely.