Cj Archer Book Series Novels & Stories

I could see his muscles flex under the long sleeved top and swallowed a groan as my imagination ran away with itself. “What's got your attention girl?” Drake questioned following my eyesight. “Oh I see, it's like that is it, new blood comes to A block and you forget all about me?” He said with a wide smile and a wink. Drake was a natural born flirt, it was like he couldn't help himself, I had even caught him flirting with a guy once or twice even though I was fairly sure he didn't swing that way. I shook my head and laughed, thankful for the distraction. Only my laughter drew the attention of the man I had been focused on. “Clara?” Jakes voice sounded clear as a bell and I turned to see him

I get out of the chair and jut my chin at him. “What’s that?” “Oh,” Archer looks in his hands. He runs a hand through his hair. He’s clearly uncomfortable. “It’s a – uh book on mates.” He looks back at me. “I was thinking about our conversation. Wanted to know more.” I can’t believe it but Archer actually seems a bit embarrassed to be holding the book “Oh,” I say. “That’s…nice. What did you find?” He raises the book slightly. “Not much that I didn’t already know,” He looks around the room. “There’s books in here from the 1700s. I was hoping they’d tell me something I don’t know or provide a different perspective. But nothing.”

he spat, his eyes blazing. Jax chuckled, unfazed. "You and I, Chelsea, are cut from the same cloth. We do whatever it takes to get what we want, using people along the way." He leaned in, his voice dripping with malice. "You said it yourself, Chelsea. You're using Archer." Chelsea's face burned with rage and shame. Jeremy's gaze remained fixed on Chelsea, his expression unreadable. Sarge intervened, "I think that's enough guys." Chelsea's eyes widened, acknowledging the uncomfortable truth in Jax's words. But he drew a line between himself and Jax's cruelty.

"He just put it in a drawer until he was ready to use it as a weapon. The hacker who hit us in the hills—Uncle Francis—he wasn't working alone. He was using Danielson’s infrastructure. But Danielson isn't an engineer who wants to balance an old ledger. He’s an apex predator. He let Francis break our perimeter so he could see how we’d scatter." The door to the dining room swung open, its heavy iron hinges groaning against the humidity. Elena stood in the frame, her hair dark with rain, a short-barreled Remington 870 shotgun held slung across her chest by a black tactical webbing strap. Her face was gray, her lips compressed into a hard line that looked exactly like her father's promotional po

Sera Darnell was with her, moving with cold efficiency, her green eyes bright with the thrill of the fight. I stayed behind Bastian and tried to breathe. The two bonds in my chest were pulling in different directions. Bastian's was a hot wire of protective fury. Kellan's was a cold steel cable of command and calculation. I felt them both like twin heartbeats, and I didn't know how to hold them without being torn apart. A figure burst through the smoke. Archer. His auburn curls were black with soot, and his hazel eyes were wild, but his hands were steady as he dropped beside a wounded enforcer and pressed a cloth to a gushing wound.

Then I stumble upon what can only be Archer's study. I smile as I enter and lock the door behind me. The study is well-furnished with three leather chairs divided by a table, with one on one side and the other two on the other side. I notice a plush couch too. There are books on the shelves; Archer must love reading a lot. I flip through, noting that most of the books are on finance, business, and leadership.

lucky him! Archer, being the son of the present Beta male held the position of the future Beta of their pack, had short, spiky sandy brown hair, green hazel eyes, a built body, dressed in a white shirt that hugged his body, showing off his belly abs, black jean jacket with a pair of black boots. Archer was also mated but to a male and the two loved each other dearly, not Minding the fact that they were the same sex. Karenina, the mother of their little group had short red hair that fell to her shoulders, greyish orbs, wearing a red top, black jeans, and red shoes, Karenina had also found her mate while their other friends, Jenny and Chris died a year ago from longing.

Shantell and I occupied one of the rooms together. However this time, it was more comfortable than the prior room that we used to stay. As soon as I dropped my body, I closed my eyes to at least forget everything that happened a few hours ago. Archie's POV On the other side of the story, I was buying a hot cup of coffee for the chief captain and his partner, who was seated in the front seat of the armored car we were in. My name is Archie Williams. After I graduated with my Criminology course with flying colors, wasting a minute of my time and day was not part of my bucket list.

thought Archer. Archer never thought of Chris as his friend. He approached Chris with ulterior motives. Chris and his Beta Liam were the strongest werewolf's in the werewolf community with a pack of approx. 1000 wolves. Being friends with them was an advantage for Archer. He always thought Chris does not deserve to be the strongest wolf, it should be him. He wanted to be the King of werewolves wherein the entire werewolf community bows down to him. Chris was too lenient, he was not ambitious enough and was just happy being busy with his own pack. He never made proper use of the power he had. But Archer was not a fool. He knew currently he was not in a position to be the King. He could never

"Thank you for doing this with me." "I had to. I had to make sure that you'd be okay. Besides, no matter if I helped you or not, Archer would kill me." I knew that was true. He didn't like any of the people I had some kind of relationship with. My family was turned against me as well as all of my friends that I had prior to meeting Archer. "He's a monster. He's a fucking monster. He's the Satan himself." "I think Chris would be closer to being Satan than Archer," Chris had a reputation of being the cruellest and cold-hearted person that was so powerful.