Books Like Archer's Voice Novels & Stories

“Someone like you shouldn’t even be walking to this place without backup. With your power, it would be hard to kill flies.” Archer looked stricken for a moment before he chuckled. “Alright. I admit. I don’t think that you are that evil. If you were, you wouldn’t chastise me like this. It’s just that I heard someone needing help so before I knew it, my legs were already moving. To be honest, if you weren’t here, I was afraid that the flies would have gnawed me whole as soon as I lost my energy.” Archer looks at te bugs and shivers. “If that happens and I survived, I think I might get trauma.”

A stack of books still waited on the desk. Photographs on the shelves had been turned face down long ago—by me. I wasn’t ready to look into those faces again. Not then. Maybe not even now. Archer stepped in after me, but kept a respectful distance. His gaze moved slowly around the room, piecing together the story in silence. “Whose room is this?” he asked eventually, his voice low. “Was,” I corrected. “It was Michael’s.” His brow furrowed slightly. “He was many things,” I said. “Charming, ruthless, brilliant, and he made me feel... human.” I paused, searching for words I rarely dared to speak. “He made me feel things I didn’t understand. Still don’t.”

"Give us a mystery! Give us a heist! Give us a plot that isn't about who I'm sleeping with!" I lunged for the Anchor just as the silver arrows struck the stone. The combination of my "Editor" energy and the conductive silver created a backdraft of pure, white-hot narrative force. The clones shattered into glass shards. The purple mist was sucked back into the pillar. And then, the voice of the Author changed. It went from a scream to a glitchy, distorted whisper. “Fine. You want a different story? You want a mystery? Then find the Architect. Book Two: The Silent Kingdom. Coming... never.”

Then running footsteps. Then Archer's voice, loud and raw, coming through the corridor wall. "He is not breathing. Someone get in here. He is not—"

… Nian was really happy even though their relationship started a bit strange and before they weren't on the best terms, Archer was now his partner and although he hadn't accepted he had a boyfriend, he hadn't denied it either. When he heard the voices disappear completely he walked between the shelves until he found one far enough away from he was with Archer. From that shelve, he pick up a couple of books that he found interesting and went straight to the receptionist to borrow the books. He took four books in total and was about to go to his home when he passed in front of a store and saw a pair of notebooks for couples, they had a special lock that could only be opened with the key of the

She asked, trying to feign the excitement. “Well, the book says…” “The book?” Archer waved the book he had been reading in the air, “The book says, we should pack lip balm, toiletries, slippers, erm…outfits, nursing stuff. Shit, we need to get you nursing stuff.” He rubbed his face before glancing up at Cara. “What’s wrong?” He stopped still, worried he had said something wrong. “Hey!” He clutched her shoulders as tears fell from her face. He wiped her face with the pad of his thumb and she smiled back at him. She was overwhelmed with so many emotions that she didn’t know which one to pinpoint. She sat for a while, staring at his adoring eyes.

“I can handle myself.” Archer tilted his head a little, like he was studying me. His wet hair fell slightly into his eyes, and for a second, he didn’t say anything. His gaze dropped—just for a moment—to my lips before he looked back at me again. His eyes were darker up close, like melted chocolate but sharper somehow. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice low and steady, with that lazy kind of confidence he always seemed to have. “But I didn’t like how he was looking at you.”

Archer will be in Boston, not the Middle East. Yeah…it’s not that bad. We’ll get through this and when it’s over we’ll look back at the hard times and see how it strengthened us. This will be good in the end. Archer will be happy, and most of the time, long-term success and happiness require some give and take. But we’d just talked about him looking for jobs in the city and us moving in together. I go from feeling like we’re on the same page to thinking he’s jumping ahead into another book. On a different shelf.

Archer finally muttered. Leo grunted. Archer could even imagine how he rolled his eyes, “I don't understand what you're suspecting! But--" his stormy breath suddenly calmed down, "--if you're not sure, we can go find out together. I am your wolf, and I can only listen to your heart." Archer's heart defense was knocked out by these words. And finally, he started switching to a real young adult. “Yeah.” He agreed with his wolf for the first time, “And I think at least we can stop using violence against each other.”

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim