Jughead X Archie Novels & Stories

Even so, Laura told Frank, "Kid, it doesn't matter if she's telling the truth—you should really leave now. Out of sight, out of mind as they say… Don't you agree?" Before Frank could speak, Jada smiled and waved her off. "I understand that you're warning us out of kindness, but you should take a moment to understand too—Mr. Frankton has a lot of pent-up feelings, and he'd really like a challenge!" Frank smiled in wry amusement. "Stop. You're making me sound like a sicko." Jada smiled but said nothing. - Archie arrived ten minutes later, and everyone turned to see that he was in his twenties, wearing a tweed suit with fashionable red-black Jordans. With his giant gold chains, he certainly loo

I asked looking around for him. “He just texted me that he’s on his way here.” She answered reassuring me. “Juju?” Turning to see Archer standing right in front of me looking really good. He was wearing leather black pants on leather boots and a baggy white hoodie with the hood over his ginger red hair. I watched him check me out completely with a sly smirk on the sides of his lips. “Hi archer” I greeted giving him a smile as he walked closer towards me. “Damn juniper, you look hot!” He exclaimed giving me a once over with his eyes as I suddenly felt shy in his presence.

The students aren't permitted to leave the grounds unless they have permission, but that wouldn't stop them. We've caught kids doing exactly that, but it doesn't mean we'll run into any here. There are another ten clubs in the town which makes the chances slim, even if this is the hottest place in town, as Arch put it. "Usual?" Archer asks, glancing at me. "Yeah, whiskey, neat." He laughs, shaking his head. "Never can change it up. Can you?" "Why should I? I like whiskey." Archer orders my whiskey, a vodka for Blaine, and a manhattan for himself. He likes to think of himself as sophisticated, even though most of the time he's an idiot, a loveable idiot, but an idiot all the same.

He had combed blonde hair, serious blue eyes, and he held a gift box with both hands like it was a diplomatic treaty. "Jackson!" Frederick waved. "We happened to be in the neighborhood! Archie insisted on saying hello to his future bride—I mean, friend." Jackson stood up, casting a shadow over the small boy. "Name," Jackson demanded, looking down at the kid. "Archibald of Arden, Sir," the boy replied. He didn't stutter. He looked up at Jackson with surprising calmness. "Do you have a criminal record?" Jackson squinted. "I once drew on the wall with crayons," Archie admitted. "But I served my timeout."

said the servant, trying to justify her presence there at that moment. "What do you have there?" Archie asked, looking around the tray. "Fruits, some cheese, bread and juice," replied the servant. Archie picked up the glass on the tray and then the juice face. He poured the juice into the glass and as he did so the servant's facial expression changed and, Archie noticed. “My father can't ingest a lot of sugar,” Archie said, putting the jug of juice down on the tray, “And I happen to consume a lot of sugar so I wouldn't be able to tell if the juice is good for my father. Can you try it?" Archie raised the glass.

I had every intention of running after her, but then I started to feel pack members dying, and couldn’t leave the hospital. “I’m going with you guys! If we find Jizz and Artemis, I’m going to make sure we bring Artemis back safely to Yaya, and I’ll deliver Jizz on a silver platter for you, bro,” Archie promises. I nod my head sternly, tensing my fists at the idea of ripping Grizz’s heart out- if he even has a heart. How fitting would it be for me to plunge my fist into his chest, only to find an empty cavity, filled with black slime.

"Everyone around here knows your husband's nothing but a spineless pushover. And you, Tiana—you're hotter than a basket of ghost peppers. Jameson's a total waste of a man if you ask me!" Tiana beckoned Archie closer with a teasing finger. "Come here, Mr. Hopkins. I've got a little secret to tell you." Archie's eyes lit up, and he leaned in with a deep sniff, making a grotesque face. "Damn, Mrs. Rhodes, you smell amazing! You're triggering my Casanova Syndrome real bad!" Tiana's hand whipped out so fast it was a blur, slapping Archie twice across the face so hard that a few of his rotten teeth flew out. He let out a screech and crashed backward, smashing into a giant decorative vase, which sh

Composing a message to Archie, I typed, "I refuse to drink the potion any longer. I've declined it from Mireya. Spare her from any punishment." After sending my message to Archie, his swift response took me by surprise, considering that in the past, getting a response from Archie was a rare occurrence. His messages often felt like monosyllabic commands, "Yes", "No", leaving me wondering whether I was interacting with a machine rather than a person. Yet, here he was, engaging in a back-and-forth exchange in time. What had brought about this change recently? I couldn't help but wonder.

“I have toys to help me with that.” Archer groans. “And now I’m thinking about you touching yourself. You’re not helping me, Quinn.” “You should invest in some toys,” I say with a giggle. “I can get you a mold of my vagina.” Archer laughs. “I honestly don’t know if I should turn down your offer or not. Nothing will be as good as the real thing.” “We can do a two-for-one special and you can make a cast of your dick. I’m thinking I’ll get it made in pink with sparkles.”

I looked into that person and saw Zehan with Archie behind her. “Let's go!” She told me in a hurry before she gently pulled me away, but I stopped when I saw Archie having a fight with the man. “Schuyler! We should leave now and get you somewhere safe!” Zehan told me in a low yet serious voice, but I ended up shaking my head to her in disagreement. “What?” When Archie managed to punch the guy and he lost consciousness, he slowly turned around to face us with an unnamed emotion in his eyes.