Romans & histoires Archie Madekwe Parents

Archie was the daredevil, Pete was eager to measure up, though he was more careful than Archie ever dreamed about being. It was up to me to be the sensible one, to keep us from harm, and I took that job seriously. My parents worked hard and we’d often stayed with our grandparents, my dad’s parents, while our parents worked long hours in their offices or at the hospital. Well, we’d stayed with them up until our junior year of high school when our granddad passed away from a sudden heart attack.

Towering over most men, he had a thunderous voice, and a glare so fierce it could make anyone’s blood run cold. But behind that fierceness was the loving father that Archer and his sisters grew up with. Their mother passed when Madeleine was but a child of three. It was said that she never recovered from the difficult pregnancy she’d had with her youngest, and the toll of giving birth, for she had had labored for three continuous night and day with Madeleine. With the loss of the queen, King Alaric became the only parent that they knew. He never remarried, and instead focused on ruling Vrasambail and raising the children left to him by his beloved wife.

The sorrow emanated from him and his parents, a tangible cloud of loss and regret. “And the curse?” I pressed gently. “It endangers anyone Archer loves or who is close to him,” his mother interjected, her voice laced with sorrow. The curse was not just Archer's burden; it was a shadow that loomed over all who entered his heart. "My parents suffer from the curse, too. They're both gravely ill, and there's no cure," Archer shared, his voice laden with pain and guilt. It was as if he despised himself, thinking he was a monster. I yearned to comfort him, yet I held back, aware of his parents' disapproval of me. No wonder Archer's parents look pale and lost a significant amount of weight but stil

Archer replied. “No! I’m not going to meet your parents!” I almost yelled out. “Not yet.” I added in a comparatively calm voice. “Come one, Mia! Please!” Archer sighed. “No, Archer.” I shook my head. “Please?” He pouted. Why does he have to pout and look all cute and adorable? He’s a mafia capo for crying out loud! “Don’t pressurise her, Archer.” Thea scolded him. “You know how much my parents will yell at me if I don’t.” He whined.

They think I am in my room attending to my studies but here I am listening to their conversation. I am in my college final years. I studied architecture just like I have always wanted. My parents are rich and powerful, aside having a huge villa in an area where our pack members reside, he also has properties everywhere. His firm is an architectural firm, I grew up seeing him as my role model. He made me love architecture. My mother is a high court judge.

I urged, my heart thumping in my chest. Aunt Maze took a deep breath and then finally started, “Your real parents were…remarkable people, Chris. They were kind, compassionate, and fiercely devoted to each other.” She paused, a distant look crossing her features as she delved into memories long buried. “Your father, William Bill, was a brilliant scientist. He dedicated his life to research, always striving to make the world a better place. And your mother, Sarah Bill, was an artist, with a passion for painting that knew no bounds. I was close to them.”

Time passed even more and when Meggy was two years old, Archie started taking small trips to some nearby towns and sometimes Greavaria taking Meggy and his three companions, Bentley, Lizha and Beatrice. On one of his trips he went to visit his mother's homeland and family that he hadn't seen since his marriage. For what he was well received and explained about a tradition of that family, which unfortunately they could never tell him because he lived for a long time without wanting to know about his mother's family.

He paused as we turned to him "Archie's parents, their omega, A wizard that I guess is my father, a witch that I guess is my mother. And the other one that we don't know their identities, What if they are your parents?" He asked me. "If they are my parents then we should be complete" I muttered not so happily "I think something is missing" Mr. Archie muttered. "What could that be?" I asked. "Kyle can you bring your grandfather's book over and read it out to us?" He asked as Kyle nodded and moved out of the camera.

I honestly have no idea what that picture could be from. There's another picture of Archie's dad and mom standing under an arch in a field with people watching them from lined chairs. It looks like a wedding, but they look a bit too young for that. His mom is wearing a yellow floral dress with her hair spilling over her shoulders along with a huge smile on her face. His dad is wearing khaki pants, a white button-up shirt tucked into his pants, and a brown belt. A man is standing by their side while they face each other and the man's wearing some type of robe while he holds a book in his hand. Is this some type of cult?

“Okay, don’t make me laugh. That’s just plain mean. It hurts.” “Okay, okay. Now I have been told that Mom and Dad are coming by later today to talk to you. Aricka will talk to you when you get your butt out of bed. Right now, she’s got a pack of pups on a hayride for Evan’s early birthday party so that his Great-grandparents can be here for it.” “Great-grandparents? You failed to tell me who they are or that they were still alive.” “Her mother was the missing daughter of the NARC druid ambassadors. Remember that snob Frederick Borden and his mate, Moreen, that Mom was friends with? It turns out that Aricka is their granddaughter.”