Archie X Jughead Novels & Stories

More difficult than ruling his people. “You don't have to apologize to me, you're the Alpha, and my mind is made also.” Jaxon said, his gaze still fixed on the window. Archie sucked on his lower lip subconsciously as he watched Jaxon. “Jaxon, I still have to apologize and I'm saying sorry. Please forgive my ass.” “Your ass did nothing, you were the douche bag.” Jaxon remarked and turned ito finally glare at Archie. Archie’s hard gaze softened as he watched his Beta. There was no other friend he would ever have that could match up to the kind of bond he and Jaxon shared.

"Do it now. Mommy and Uncle Wren can't step inside if your toys are still strewn at the door." "Uncle Wren?" Archer poked his head behind his mother's body to find a man in a short-sleeved shirt and jeans waving at him. "Hi, I'm Wren." "I'm Archie. Are you mommy's friend?" "I'm your mommy and daddy's friend. Wow, what a messy room. Your mother will be nagging all day.” "Mommy is very fierce." Archer picked up the puzzles after getting a fierce glare from Lexie. He did it in a hurry and put them in the bucket quickly.

He hadn’t particularly had any direct conversations with Archie, but he had always known that the circle often sent him on errands of ‘important value’. Archie must’ve felt Adrian’s eyes on him, because he turned to face Adrian. Archie gave a small smile, Adrian didn’t return it. His eyes only watched the man, as he imagined what it must have been like for Keira that night. Archie was a huge man, 6’7 perhaps. With a face that scared little children. The scar that ran from the top of his left eye, down his face made him all the more intimidating to even adults. Adrian didn’t blink until the man looked away.

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.

Most of the rest was spread out among her various family members, and she’s extremely grateful for that. Archie turns up towards the end of the present opening, the vampire walks tall and smiles broadly at her, his long straight black hair tied into a neat ponytail, his warm bright blue eyes twinkling at her happily. He was six feet tall, and thin, and was known as a maker of various curiosities. He was carrying a large wooden box, about the size of an apple crate. He places it down on the table in front of her, it’s inlaid with delicate geometric marquetry on every side. She stands and comes around to him, giving him a deep bow. He smirks, she turns to George and jerks her head to Archie. H

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?"

Archer nods, “Yes, it is. You are one of mine, and I will look out for you.” Archer turns to look at the man with the reddish-brown hair and says, “Brandon, oversee this so they get anything they need.” Brandon nods in confirmation, and Archer asks, “Do you mind if we still bowl?” The owner’s mate walks forward with a gracious smile: “Anything you want, sir; we appreciate your business.” Archer nods with a smile and turns back to my brothers and me as he says, “Well, that was eventful. My name is Archer, and these are my friends Brandon and Caleb. Would you like to join us in a game of bowling?”

I stop mid-sentence because I have no idea if either of them have a truck to put my chair in the back of. Archer must have known where my thought was heading because he smiled gesturing his thumb behind him. "Drake is here, he drove. He's in the driveway talking to a kid our age." He looks at me intently before saying, "the guy Drake is talking to looks a lot like you actually." Realization hits me who he's talking about. "That's my older brother, Jacob; he's 18 years old like the three of you." Archer and Bianca give each other a confused look before turning back to me. "If he's 18 years like us, how old are you then?" Bianca asks, her big blue eyes confused.

He had combed blonde hair, serious blue eyes, and he held a gift box with both hands like it was a diplomatic treaty. "Jackson!" Frederick waved. "We happened to be in the neighborhood! Archie insisted on saying hello to his future bride—I mean, friend." Jackson stood up, casting a shadow over the small boy. "Name," Jackson demanded, looking down at the kid. "Archibald of Arden, Sir," the boy replied. He didn't stutter. He looked up at Jackson with surprising calmness. "Do you have a criminal record?" Jackson squinted. "I once drew on the wall with crayons," Archie admitted. "But I served my timeout."

Archie is whom he wants to take down. " Ok, what's the plan, we must do something on his award celebration day!" Jude frowned. He hated the way his friends were handling things! " Don't tell me y'all afraid of Archie?" Kaseem burst into laughter. " I can't believe you hated me and want us to die early! Jude" " What's wrong with you, ehh Jude?" David looked at him in disbelief.