Cj Archer Books Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Bloodline Prophecy The bloodline of Archer will rise up The heir of Archer will become a beacon of hope But the darkness will betray the Light Bring forth war upon the lands and sea Upon the shoulders of the forsaken Immortal creatures of the Dark will revel in the sunlight Only the Slayer and the Chosen can defeat their bloodline To rid the lands and sea of the Darkness ____ Calyx smelled blood before she saw it. As she drew closer to the little cabin in the woods, thoughts of what she had just done dissipated. Tension mounted, contrasting the usually picturesque imagery of the cabin next to the stables and her father’s workshop at the edge of the City of Pearl. There was only fear and drea

JASPER I shuffled my hand through the cold congealed lasagna. Fully used to it and ones far more worse than this, I ought to have finished it but not when my mind was going through a tough time of indecision. “Hand it over in case you’re too emotionally down to eat. I shall finish it up for you, the pleasure is mine.” My eyes tore across the cell, and there he was, flashing his blackened tooth at me. Archer is a bastard. He toys with me without fail even though he knew I was always fully ready to beat him to stupor like every other time.

I didn’t mind, though, as I got to spend time with the other two Chase brothers, and wow, they looked fantastic. Archer had on tan-coloured trousers with a white shirt, buttoned almost the whole way, leaving the top two undone. Axel wore dark blue jeans with a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a few buttons undone at the top. He looked just as impressive as his brother. I couldn’t wait to see what the last Chase brother would look like!

Why is every male in my life so damn frustrating? Archer takes another seat on the couch and Huxley paces in the corner of the room, but he's calm enough I believe it's okay to lower my hands. "Archer, tell me what happened." My heart thrums loudly in my chest. I'm too agitated to sit down, so I stand a few feet from the couch listening as he talks. "I was running an underground gambling ring with Jensen. You remember him, right?"

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.

His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

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Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.