Jughead X Archie Novels & Stories

They smiled back. “We are good,” they replied, and I noticed their voices were deeper. “These kids are really growing,” I said. They laughed. “We are not kids, auntie,” Archie said. I hum, looking at him. He looks just like his dad; there are no traces of Octavia except her white hair. “Oh really? I bet you want to ride on Sky,” I said. His cheeks flared up, and Dean laughed at him. “You can, if you want,” I said. He smiled widely about standing up, but Octavia pulled him back.

"There’s a hot dog stand over there. Want one?" I squinted at him. Was he not getting that I wanted him to leave? But… it was a hot dog. And no one in their right mind turns down a hot dog. "With ketchup, mustard, and jalapeños." Archie nodded and walked off. He came back shortly with two hot dogs and a bucket of fries. He sat next to me without asking and handed me one. "Can I ask you something?" I took a bite and, with my mouth full, responded,

She stared at me for a while but decided not to ask any further. Ace's POV As I stepped into our family mansion, my mind was still clouded with the same thought and I was still confused. I was about to head to my quarter when I heard a deep chuckle behind me. I turned to see Archie standing there in only boxers, sweats filling his body, I guess he's just coming out from the gym. Archie is as tall as me and also well-defined like a god. You could say that we all shared that same trait, all over six feet tall and practically the same height but completely different character from the same blood.

"Okay, buddy, give me one second, and I'll get you a new bottle." I shift him on my hip as I balance his diaper bag, my gym bag, and the key to unlock the door to Quincy's apartment. He squeals and gets hold of my nose. "Yes, I know it's big. But it's not a toy." He lets go when his attention is diverted somewhere else as the door opens. "Here," I say as I throw everything on the couch and get him situated in his ExerSaucer. "You need to get some energy out. How about you bounce up and down for a while?" Sure enough, as soon as his feet hit the floor, he starts moving them as fast as he can. It looks like he's running without actually going anywhere. One of my nephews used to do that. It cra

Archie curled defensively, grabbing Jake’s leg to stop him. But Jake wasn’t finished. His fury flared as he retaliated, his fists coming down like a storm on Archie’s head. Each punch landed with brutal force, his knuckles connecting with Archie’s skull in a series of sickening thuds. Jake’s rage drove him forward, not giving Archie a chance to recover, not even allowing him the breath to cry out in pain.

“Tell, what the meaning of that?” “Nothing! You will see it for yourself at your Award ceremony hahaha” Jenna roared in laughter and escaped from his grip, heading to the bathroom. “ Adian will make you think he's a psychopath, but he's not!” Archie froze…psycho what?

The guy nods and my heart starts hammering, that sounds fucking incredible, way better than three million, actually, "Oh wow. We have a deal, then. Just... retract your werewolf people and stop being so obvious about this trap you're setting, Leo hasn't left my house in days. Take down the billboard, too.” "Hm, alright," he says as he thinks about it, "What's your name, by the way?" "Jolene," I say, he waits, "Jolene Duvarak." "Well, I'm King Archibaldo Garibaldi," he says. Another godawful name, "But you can call me Archie. Don't mention me to Leo, though, he's currently going through the angsty teen phase, he was a VERY late bloomer."

I mutter under my breath, my discomfort palpable. With a shake of his head, Archie strides over to the liquor cabinet, his movements purposeful yet tinged with concern. Pouring a generous measure of whiskey, he places the glass in my hand, a silent offering of solace amidst the chaos. "Penny is one sweet girl," he begins, his voice tinged with a mix of admonishment and empathy, "She acts tough, but she's very fragile. And you're both acting like a bunch of animals."

"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.

The public nature of our encounter and the abrupt end left me feeling exposed and ashamed. I should have known better than to let things escalate like that in such a public place. I went home immediately after everything. The quiet of my room felt jarring, a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. I collapsed onto my bed and grabbed my phone, scrolling aimlessly through my feed. Then, a headline stopped me cold: “Archer Ellington Joins Alpha Drake’s Team—From Rags to Riches.” My breath caught. “What is this?” I muttered to myself, scanning the article. It discussed Archer’s potential role as Beta of the Madsun Pack. The opportunity was massive—almost too good to pass up.