Novels by archer

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

Shadow is her secret identity, but the fact that she refused all the blind dates has disappointed her parents. However, she can’t explain anything, and that really must be what frustrates her. Aurora doesn't know the feeling of knowing so much but being unable to tell the truth because of the fear of losing someone or disappointing them. The only family she had didn't care about her, so she cannot pretend to know what it feels like. She silently held onto her friend’s hand without saying anything; they both stayed silent. Sometimes, they don’t need words to convey what they feel; it is sufficient to feel each other’s presence. Aurora got up and looked at her friend beside her. “I’m thinking of leaving the house tomorrow; I want to buy a house.” This announcement caused Vicky, lying on the side, to get up immediately. She looked at Aurora in shock, opened her mouth, and then closed it. After a few minutes.“Why are you not fine here?” she asked, aggrieved, but Aurora shook her head a

Vicky dragged Aurora to the car, and they left the hospital. It didn't take much time for them to reach the Greyhart mansion, since it was located near the outskirts of the city. They arrived in front of a gate, which automatically opened. They drove and parked the car right in front of the mansion, then got out and entered. The scent of polished wood filled the air, and the entrance was softly illuminated by the glow of the chandeliers. When they entered the mansion, the butler was waiting for them at the entrance. When he saw both of them coming, he bowed respectfully in greeting and said, “Welcome back, Miss. Greetings, Miss Aurora.” They nodded in response and entered, with Aurora a step behind as they walked.As they entered, they came across a woman who was old, almost the same age as her aunt, but more elegant. Her brown hair fell down on her shoulders, and she was giving orders to the servants, her back facing the entrance.She was dressed simply, but it didn’t mask her elegan

As she got out of the bathroom with a towel on her hair, she came across Vicky, who was waking up. She went and sat on her bed and tended to her wet hair. Vicky, who had just woken up, got up from her seat and immediately walked towards Aurora while yawning. She took the towel away from Aurora’s hand and started drying her hair for her. “Let me do it; I’m not sure you will do a perfect job,” her voice still drowsy. Aurora pouted but said nothing, and they fell into a comfortable silence, Aurora relishing in the care her hair was receiving. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of enjoyment; she really felt comfortable. “I received word from the doctor that we can leave, so I’m taking you today. From now on, you’re going to be staying with me.” Her voice was smooth, but Aurora, hearing the news, was about to interject, “But d—” She was cut off by Vicky. “Remember this: I am not asking for your opinion; I am just informing you that if I don’t have an eye on you at all times, the ne

A few minutes later, Vicky sat on the bed and looked at the patient who was still smiling. “Why are you smiling so brightly?” she asked when she felt calmer. Aurora responded, “Because surely my bright smile can help you with your anger, right?” Vicky didn’t know if she was supposed to laugh, cry, or knock the girl sitting in front of her. Vicky looked into her friend's eyes; her blue eyes were truly captivating, giving anyone staring into them the feeling of drowning in the ocean.She stared at Aurora’s face, which didn’t betray any emotions. It made her think that she was the one suffering, and Aurora was the one trying to comfort her. She clenched her hands; seeing Aurora unaffected made her angry. Her voice came out as a whisper, but only they could understand. “Don’t you feel angry about it? Why are you sitting there as if none of this bothers you?” As she asked, her voice rose. Aurora looked down at her hands lying on her lap as she explained, “When Aunt talked to me about the