Archie X Jughead Novels & Stories

He is also my boss I had to learn how to survive and to do that Jax's trained me and helped me become a stronger and faster fighter. While Caleb one of my other friends showed me how to heck and I am now an even better hacker than him. By the age of 8 and a half, I joined the gang named the silver skulls... (Weapon choice being a bow and arrows or knives and daggers)

— Xavier thought to himself as he pumped his legs full of adrenaline and sprinted twoards the walls at fast speed, the moment the archers decided to reload, that was the time that Xavier landed ontop of the roof. The gutteral screams of the archers were unmistakable as Xavier tore through their flesh with his teeth and claws. There were two more archers situated at a different location as backup, their arrows were drawn but jimin descended upon them and tore them apart as well. In minutes, the fight was over and they transformed back, Layla and Jamie came out of hiding, Layla couldn't wait, she ran through the space that seperated Xavier from her and quickly hugged him. Xavier winced upon co

After Archie clapped along with the others, he took over Xavier's words and said, "Mr. Xavier is really too polite! I, Archie, have been in London for so long that everyone knows what kind of temperament I have! I, Archie, will say one thing, in the future, as long as there is a mouthful of food from me, there will definitely be no shortage of Xavier! Everyone here definitely knows what to do, right?" Look, Xavier's people are very humble, and Archie is very domineering!

We won. Took out the Galaxy five to four. Except for our sweeper rolling his ankle when he came down wrong during a head shot, the game went fine. It wasn't necessarily pretty, but we got the job done. I might have had more enthusiasm if I hadn't still been pissed at my family. It's been a week since the showdown at my mom's house, and the only two people to even try to apologize were Blanca and Geovany. This doesn't surprise me. Geovany isn't just my big brother. He's one of my best friends. He knows I'm smarter than everyone gives me credit for.

She gives him another hug and then sees me. “Quinn!” she exclaims. “Look at you! You’ve grown up.” “Hi, Mrs. Jones,” I say with a smile. “It’s nice to see you again.” “Call me Sheila,” she says and comes in for a hug. So Mrs. Jones is a hugger, and she smells overwhelmingly like the perfume my grandmother wears. “Dad, do you remember Quinn?” Archer steps back, slipping his arm around me. “I do, and it’s nice to see you again. I always thought Archer had a thing for you,” he says with a wink. Archer got his dark hair and brown eyes from his father but is a few inches taller and many pounds lighter than his dad.

“Take this money and have a meal at a fast food place.” Kiran’s face ashened, and his brows furrowed. Did she think he was a beggar? “Is it Kiran?” Just as Kiran was about to get all riled up, Archie’s delighted voice came from behind. Just as Kiran turned around, Archie put his hands around Kiran’s shoulders. His eyes even brimmed with tears when he saw how similar he looked to his old friend, Titus York. “The York family lives!” Archie cried with overwhelming joy, a completely different reaction from Lucia’s hostility.

They smiled back. “We are good,” they replied, and I noticed their voices were deeper. “These kids are really growing,” I said. They laughed. “We are not kids, auntie,” Archie said. I hum, looking at him. He looks just like his dad; there are no traces of Octavia except her white hair. “Oh really? I bet you want to ride on Sky,” I said. His cheeks flared up, and Dean laughed at him. “You can, if you want,” I said. He smiled widely about standing up, but Octavia pulled him back.

I mutter under my breath, my discomfort palpable. With a shake of his head, Archie strides over to the liquor cabinet, his movements purposeful yet tinged with concern. Pouring a generous measure of whiskey, he places the glass in my hand, a silent offering of solace amidst the chaos. "Penny is one sweet girl," he begins, his voice tinged with a mix of admonishment and empathy, "She acts tough, but she's very fragile. And you're both acting like a bunch of animals."

I picked out some skinny jeans, a long sleeve orange t-shirt, and a black hoodie. Once Archie gets dressed in black joggers, a white t-shirt, and a gray sweatshirt, we walk out to the living room to wait for everyone else. He sits on the couch, staring at the fireplace as it crackles while I run my hands through his hair to bring some calm to his body.

He carelessly pushed Selah on the floor and she fell hard. Krouen led his way to the entrance and swung the door open, only to see an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Confusion draws his face when he sees an arid-looking man with a box of macaroons. "My name's Archer and I live..." He pointed at his house on the other side of the road, "There." His plain gazes made Krouen even baffled, he composed himself and sighed. "What do you want?"