Not everything is as it seems. Relationships crumble like cookies because sometimes you can end up with the wrong people. Can Archie and the gang find who they are meant to be with?

"No way in hell am I letting you go."

toni is forced to marry someone by her abusive father when she turned eighteen. she met cheryl blossom, leader of the largest mafia in the city. . . TW: child abuse, domestic violence - - idk how to write descriptions without spoiling the whole book so just read 😁😁🤩🤩😭😭😭

This is my second story and I love writing. Enjoy this book about Varchie.

betty & archie's long journey together as adults. (takes place right after 5x08)

"The history. Between all of us... it's all pretty crazy," Jughead said with a soft chuckle. "Correction, Jones. It's psycho." ___________ *original story* *i do not own the characters nor show* *COMPLETED*

One fatal day changes the lives of everyone in riverdale. Varchie story and some bughead(takes place after season one

This is a Barchie story will include fictional scenarios after the events that occurred in 5x08. I know the ending of this episode was so disappointing so I am here to try to mend broken hearts like mine. Here is the Barchie storyline that we all deserve. We've patiently waited for far too long and since the writers can't give us the content we barchies deserve, I'll try my best to give it to you all. (book written March 2021-Nov 2021) (p.s: I wrote this story right after the premiere of the 8th episode, so this story is very different from the second half of the season, since at the time I was developing this story, Riverdale was on a three month hiatus and season five did not end until October). •••••••• "Betty. I'm gonna ask you something but I don't want to make you uncomfortable" Archie told me and I nodded hesitantly. "Are your nightmares connected to the Trash Bag Killer?" He asked as I stared at him dumbfounded by his question. I did not expect this at all. "Wh-what?" I stuttered staring at him in shock. "Betty. I may not be an FBI agent but I know what PTSD looks like" He pointed and I unconsciously fisted my hands. "don't do that" He begged in a whisper while reaching for my hands to keep me from digging my nails into my skin. He scanned my hands in concerned and ran his fingertips through the palms in a gentle manner. •••• Happy readings! ♥️

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