Novels by archer

Michael looked at her with interest. You’re probably the first girl to see a torture scene as just a normal show. He continued to watch Aurora as she slowly began falling asleep with a smile, before turning his attention back to the scene. The smile that danced on his lips disappeared as swiftly as it appeared. "There are still seven left, what are you waiting for?" he said. The men let out cruel grins as they looked at their victim, and one of them picked up the clamp and proceeded to remove the remaining nails.After thirty minutes of torture, the victim was already unconscious. Michael called, "Halter." A man emerged from the shadows and stood near Michael with a tablet in hand and eyeglasses. He slightly bowed and answered respectfully, "Yes, master." If it hadn’t been for his master calling, no one would have noticed him. Michael gave his order, "A room," and Halter immediately left to carry out the command. With the years he had spent working under Michael as his secretary, he k

Aurora continued wandering aimlessly in search of something, looking left and right. But she decided to return to the bartender. When she turned around, she didn’t recognize where she was. There were people everywhere, and she was growing tired. She just wanted to sleep.Aurora navigated all around the nightclub in search of her friend, but with no results, until she started opening door by door, taking a peek for one or two minutes and then closing it back, mumbling, "She is not here." She walked down the corridors while smiling; she was already feeling sleepy until she stopped and tilted her head to the side, before smiling to herself, "I’ll just check a few more rooms, and if I don’t find her, I’ll switch to the one where I can sleep." Well satisfied with her decision, she immediately continued her search.Eventually, she opened a door and peeked inside. All the men’s eyes in the room immediately snapped to her. The room itself was barely lit, but it was enough to differentiate the

The first thing Aurora did when entering was to block her ears because the noise was overwhelming. On the other hand, Vicky seemed to enjoy the atmosphere. She immediately grabbed Aurora's hand and brought her to the bartender, who quickly prepared two glasses of vodka. However, the glass served to Aurora was more diluted. As Aurora carried her glass with a doubtful look on her face, Vicky immediately explained, "Since you're not used to alcohol, a small dosage will suffice. Taste it, it’s really delicious." On her words, Aurora took a sip, and her eyes lit up. It was sweet with a hint of alcohol, and she immediately drank the contents of the glass, earning a glare from Vicky. "Even though it’s diluted, it still contains alcohol, so drink it moderately." Aurora nodded, but when another glass appeared, she immediately drank it in one go.Vicky, who missed the scene, didn’t know that Aurora had already downed two other glasses and was letting out little hiccups, which were immediately d

As Aurora left a few minutes later, unbeknownst to her, someone passed by, picked up the red camellia she had left behind, and left the rooftop with it.In the crime scene, the hall was buzzing with noise, the air filled with tension, visible fear, and the scent of blood. There was a heavy commotion as people shouted, faint-hearted individuals collapsed, and the door to the hall was crowded with people trying to flee. But there was a sector around the hall where a man, sitting in the mezzanine, stared down at the scene with a cold face, reflecting how bored he was. He had a brief trace of excitement when he saw the man’s head being shot, but it quickly disappeared as the victim's body fell to the floor. His glassy blue eyes stared at the body lying in the pool of blood with coldness, as his hands rested on the armrest. He lifted his right hand to lean his head on it, and his blonde hair fell to the side.When a man approached him with the camellia, he took it and began feeling the pet

She placed one knee on the ground as she picked up her weapon and placed it in a black backpack. She got up with the bag on her back and walked out of the house, but she immediately went back in, remembering that she still had her bandage on. She removed her leather jacket and took off the bandage. She then flexed her arm to feel the pain, but she winced; her hand was still not completely recovered. She would still need more days for it to be fully healed, but that wouldn’t stop her from attaining her objective. She put her jacket back on and left the house. She looked at the time, only to see that it was 9 PM. Since her destination was not far from her house, she decided to walk, enjoying the night breeze. Her clothes blended with the dark shadows of the night, and her blue eyes reflected no emotions; they were rather calm but sparkled like jewels in the dark.The street was less crowded considering the fact that it was already night. She walked straight until she reached a street

They reached the destination after more than thirty minutes of travel. They arrived at Rendal Street without too many problems, thanks to the lack of traffic jams. As they drove around the street, there were little to no people walking around, making it a more peaceful place to stay. They stopped the car in front of a house. The front was not really eye-catching, but when they entered, it was beautiful; the decoration was simple but suitable for living in. Vicky assured herself that she would guide Aurora to all the rooms of the house. There were two rooms, each with a bathroom, a kitchen, a parlor, and a veranda. Later on, Vicky left, saying she had some things to take care of, and Aurora was left alone in an unfamiliar environment. She walked towards her bedroom to have a closer look at it. It was almost empty; there was only the necessary furniture. She went to check the wardrobe, only to see that it was filled with dresses, and the other was filled with shoes. Her hands brushed