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he said and I could visibly see Damon relax. “So do you write the same stuff?” Kat asked more intrigued now that she knew who Archer was. “Hell no, she writes all those weird fantasy stuff, I write historical war fiction,” he said. “I think I’ve read a few of your books, Archer Blue right,” Damon said and Archer smiled. “Yep, that’s me,” he said as if it was nothing. Damon and Archer talked about his books and dominated the whole conversation so Kat and I moved to the living room with a bottle of wine and I asked her if she knew what happened when Damon went back to that bar and returned full of blood.

Archer For years archer's way of dealing with pain and sadness was to ignore everything around him and pretend nothing and everyone did not exist. but it seems he could barely hold back anymore. While the first step towards getting his life back backfired, he knew he lost even before the challenge started he suddenly felt like a failure because he was in denial about his feelings towards her. Shortly after she left the bathroom back there at the diner, he waited a few minutes to arrive at his table

I wore my black heels from earlier and walked out from the bathroom I saw Archer talking to some girl. He looked a little bit flirty to her , laughed and smiled so beautiful at her. Why is my body getting hotter? Without me knowing my hands are forming into a fist. I walked out of the gym silently and good thing that Archer didn't see me. I turned off my phone in case he's calling me or anything. Am I being too.. weird? Or too what? Urgh whatever I put my gym bag in my car and my eyes caught a bookstore across the road. I walked there and decided to get a novel. I walked into the bookstore and went to the fiction section.

Alaric & Lyra: The Strategist Turned Storyteller Alaric, ever the meticulous planner, the strategist who could foresee countless contingencies, had become delightfully, utterly obsessed with making her laugh. His meticulous nature had simply shifted its focus. He read her books far beyond her comprehension—ancient histories filled with epic battles and forgotten empires, intricate legends of gods and monsters, even dry, complex war strategies that made my head spin. But he’d do the voices. And gods help any unsuspecting guard or pack member who passed by the open door of his study and heard Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, the stoic leader of the Triplet Pack, speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched dra

I immediately averted my eyes because he might catch that I lusted after him in my mind. I swallowed helplessly, "I m-mean if it's okay with him." Why does my voice sound like a baby ?! I was already pinching myself on my back. Sin once again rebuked Aristotle, "If it's okay with you..." Sin smirked. My eyes rolled at what he said. I can not believe it. I mean, maybe they work tomorrow is very important and it's close to here so they prefer to stay

Leilani- “The emotional turmoil you feel is enough to make me go crazy. Do you want to talk about what is going on in that head of yours?” Archer asked as soon as I stepped into the living room. He was sitting on the couch reading a book. It was weird seeing him with a book in his hand nearly every time I found him alone. It wasn’t that I didn’t think it was a good thing he was reading, but I was a bit confused that he could read.

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Archer’s hand tightened around mine, his expression dark as he tried to pull me away from Lawrence. But Lawrence wasn’t done. His voice took on a somber tone as he looked between Archer and me. “Both of you will encounter many obstacles before you gain freedom. I wish you two a long and fulfilling life.” Archer didn’t wait for him to finish, already dragging me away. “Archer! You’re rude…” I whispered, my voice low so only he could hear. He glanced down at me, his eyes hard. “Lawrence is a psycho. Are you really going to waste your time and energy on his bullshits?”

A disembodied voice echoed from within the dark fire—ancient, freezing cold, and dripping with mockery. > "You interfere too much, Archivist." > The silver-haired man simply smiled back at the flames. "And you interfere far too little." The dark voice let out a chilling laugh that rattled the surrounding bookshelves. > "Soon... the Seven Thrones will awaken. And when they do... even your precious Last King will fall." > The black flames abruptly snapped out of existence, and the library fell back into its eerie, profound silence. The Archivist turned his gaze toward the distant, unseen horizon where the Blackthorn Kingdom lay. His expression grew deeply thoughtful.

“This is… completely insane.” “Not what you expected?” he finishes for me, half-smiling, half-bracing himself for the joke. “Not remotely,” I admit, walking into the surprising sanctuary. “I expected weapons, maps, and overflowing laundry hampers, not… a children’s retreat.” He shrugs, the movement burdened by the truth. “My head’s not a friendly place, Liv. The voices, the darkness—they’re constant chaos. So I try desperately to keep my environment as friendly, bright, and simple as possible. It’s my bubble against the end.”