Novels by Aashisushi

HunterThe moment I stepped out of the hospital, I rubbed my face with both hands. I wanted to slap myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.Christina was back.Finally.I’d been tired of pretending. Pretending I didn’t care. pretending I had accepted her walking away with that bastard.I never would. Not in this life.And now she was here again, under the same roof, breathing the same air.Even if it was just for two weeks, it felt like the universe had given me another chance.She said yes.That was enough.For the first time in months, I felt alive.I didn’t want to push too hard, not yet.I’d make her comfortable, lower her guard, remind her what it used to feel like when she belonged to me.And once I got that part of her back, I wasn’t ever letting go.The next morning, Dad came home from the hospital. The whole family sat together for breakfast like some perfect picture.Melania brought in the food. Brekkie rolls and bacon, Christina’s favorite.“It’s good to see everyone to

Christina"Chris…" Hunter’s voice was desperate. His breath ghosted against my skin. "I’ll do anything you say. Anything. Just say yes."He leaned closer. Too close. And for one terrifying second, I thought I might.Then his phone rang.Alina.Of course.He rubbed his temple and answered. His tone dropped an octave, calm. Like I’d just vanished from his world again.I turned my face away, choking on relief and something bitterer.The car rolled into the hospital parking lot.I didn’t wait for him and stepped out of his car. I rushed inside with an urge to escape.Mom stood in the hallway. Her eyes were swollen. Her face was blotchy.The moment she saw me, she broke. Her hands clamped to my top and she sobbed over my shoulder.She looked scared."Last evening.. he was just—" Her lips trembled.I’d never seen Mom this shattered. After everything she’d endured with my father, the years of bruises, the silence uncle Carter had pieced her back together. He’d been her calm after the storm.

Christina“I’m sorry, Asher…” My voice shook as I pressed my palms to my temples. Panic crawled under my skin. “It happened because of me.”Asher had just lost his job at the café. Not only that—his boss accused him of extortion.Extortion. I could still hear the way the man spat the word.“It’s okay, Chris.” Asher’s voice was calm, almost too calm. “It’s not your fault.”But it was. God, it was.Hunter. I knew it was Hunter. I dared him to hurt Asher physically, so instead he ripped the ground out from under him.I never should’ve dragged Asher into this. Not when I knew exactly how low Hunter would sink when it came to me.“How much?” My throat burned. “How much did you have to pay him?”“Four grand.” Asher tried to smile but it was a pitiful. “Dad’s going to kill me.”I dug into my bag and pulled out the envelope I never touched—my savings. Money for the baby. Seven months left, but I could save again before then.“Chris…” His brows furrowed as I shoved the cash at him. “This is yo

Hunter"Hunter Greyson."My name hit the air and I pushed inside.The office smelled of antiseptic. A young woman sat behind the desk, smile neat. Her eyes curious.She glanced at my clothes and something lit in her stare.I used to be the man who turned heads the moment I walked into a room. People watched me. Wanted me. My presence always swallowed the air.But now?It burned worse than hell when Christina passed me like I was invisible. I stood outside her hostel for hours, waiting. Hoping. Begging for a single look.She never gave me one. Not even a flicker.Like I wasn’t worth her eyes anymore.And that hurt more than any fist I’d ever taken to the face."Sleeplessness. Hallucinations. No sexual erection for a month." Her gaze flicked low.She scanned my file. "What triggered all this? women?""Woman. Her. Only her."The last morning had already gutted me. The moment I heard she moved on, the world split in half."I can’t forget her. No matter what I do. I need her."Once I thoug

ChristinaWhen my eyes opened, a strange fragrance slipped into my lungs.Chaos followed it, loud and constant, the kind I had grown used to. Every morning now, I woke up to noise—not because of the hostel, but because of the man who lived across from it.But something felt off.I pushed off the blanket and glanced at the balcony. Empty. Shasha and Lena weren’t there.My brows furrowed.The noise wasn’t in the room. It came from outside.I rushed to the door and froze.My breath hitched. Roses. The entire hallway was drowned in red, pink, white, and yellow roses.Bouquets were stacked against the walls and spilt into every inch until there was no space to walk.“Wow… they’re California roses,” a girl whispered.“They cost a fortune.” Another gasped.“Why is his girlfriend even in this cheap hostel when he’s obviously loaded?”Girls peeked out from their doors, whispering, giggling, and blushing. The air was thick with perfume and envy.“Your boyfriend slash stepbrother did it,” Shasha

ChristinaNext morning, I slipped into my jeans and hurried out before the hostel corridor got too noisy.Exams were close. Everyone wanted good grades, a shot at internships.I once wanted that too.But now? Even reaching the next semester felt impossible.What if my delivery date clashed with my exams?My steps slowed near the bookshop. On the front rack, a pale blue cover caught my eye.Early Motherhood Care.My fingers brushed the glossy surface before I even thought about it.I flipped it open.first trimester, second trimester, forty weeks mapped like a life already written. By next month, I would be twelve weeks.“How much for this?” I asked.“fourty dollars.” The shopkeeper’s eyes scanned my bare finger, judging me silently.I ignored it and slipped the book into my bag before rushing toward college.After the lecture ended, I stepped outside the classroom and bumped straight into Asher. Heat rushed to my cheeks. Had he heard anything about last evening?“Hey.” His smile tried

“Bye, baby…” Aria waved to Annika, who waved back with a bright smile. Aria dropped Annika to her school and headed for her office. Annika walked back to her classroom and attended her class. When the mid-school bell rang, Annika rushed out of her class excitedly. Holding her tiffin bag in her hand, she didn’t care if she fell in her way.She wasn’t alone—Hope came running out of his classroom too.“Hope!” Annika shouted, spotting him.“Annie!” Hope called back, his face lighting up.The two hugged tightly, as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. They pulled out their tiffins and sat outside together, sharing their food and chatting happily.“Annie, what’s your plan? How are we going to bring Aria Auntie and Dad back together?” Hope asked Annika, his voice brimming with curiosity.The tense atmosphere at home had made it clear to both kids that something was deeply wrong between Aria and Theodore. They both were small but they had clear ideas about everything.After meeting at t

“You can’t take Annika anywhere. Especially not to him. She’s my daughter. I’m her father,” Theodore said, his voice firm but laced with a selfish undertone.He couldn’t bear the thought of Aria going to George Kingston. He knew what kind of man George was—a predator filled with lust who had ruined countless women’s lives. Theodore had seen it firsthand.Even after catching her, he didn't want to see her life ruined by that dirty man.“Annika is my daughter too, Theo. No one knows her better than I do. I will keep her safe no matter what.” Aria retorted. She couldn’t even imagine living without Annika. If there was one person who mattered most in her life, it was her daughter. “Wasn’t one man’s love enough for you?” Theodore asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Obviously it was something else, Theodore was much better than George in everything. Looks, money, power. “Is there something that I couldn’t give what your body wanted?”Aria’s brows shot up. She had seen him in the bar’

“Maybe you and Daddy forgot,” Annika said, her voice heavy with disappointment.Outside, children stood holding balloons, looking as if they’d just returned from the amusement park. Aria realised Annika just remembered it now.“Sorry, darling,” Aria said, immediately pulling Annika into a tight hug. “I promise I’ll take you to the amusement park tomorrow. We will have so much fun.”Aria made the promise, and Annika’s face lit up with joy.“Promise, Mommy?” Annika asked, her eyes wide with hope.Aria nodded firmly. A week had passed since Aria left the mansion. Theodore had thrown himself into his case, or rather, he wanted to stay busy—anything to escape the painful memories of Aria.He could never have imagined, even in his worst nightmares, that Aria would leave him the way she did. She vanished like an air. Her traces left nowhere around him.He parked his car at the mansion’s entrance and stepped inside.Despite his reluctance, he had to return. Aria’s presence may have vanished

Theodore opened the cupboard and froze, shocked.Aria’s wardrobe was completely empty. Her clothes, her makeup, even her guitar—everything was gone. But there was something inside the little drawer. He opened it. He was stunned when he saw the greeting cards, and gifts that he gave her on valentines day every year. Even the jewelry he brought her. Everything was there, intact.“Where did she go?” Theodore asked, his voice trembling. His heart breaks to see her taking away every trace of her from his life.Amanda, realizing Theodore was clueless about Aria’s whereabouts, seized the moment. She could tell from his disheveled state that he’d been heavily drunk last night. Theodore probably remembers nothing from last evening.“Where else? With her boyfriend. She left with that man we caught her sleeping with,” Amanda said coldly.She was lying without hesitation, her confidence so convincing that Theodore couldn’t help but believe it was the truth.“Did Aria say this?” Theodore asked,

She felt a little weird, because she knew what it was. Her mother used to stand like this to lure the men entering the secret room. Probably a man would pick one of the call girls and use that room for a night.Aria, clutching the memory chip tightly, rushed toward the private room. The door was already ajar.As she reached the doorway, she froze. Her hands gripped her black skirt tightly. The sight before her was enough to shake her entire world.Theodore stood there, shirtless, with a call girl kneeling in front of him. Her face closer to his hips. . Aria’s heart stopped. Even though she couldn’t see her face. She knew what that girl was doingIt looked like the girl was giving Theodore a blowjob, his hand gripping her head.His belt, which she had gifted him once, was already unbuckled and lying on the floor. His shirt was thrown on the corner.The secret room was strictly used for sex inside bars. Aria was not a small baby who couldn’t get it. The noise from the bar drowned out

Theodore stormed into the private room and pushed the girl onto the bed. His fingers fumbled as he started unbuttoning his shirt, rage coursing through him. His mind was stuck on a loop, replaying the same agonizing moment like a broken record—Aria with George Kingston, the most painful sight he’d ever witnessed.He wasn’t even looking at the girl on the bed. The only image appeared to his eyes was Aria's face.“Mr. Windsor…” the girl purred in a seductive tone, her voice dripping with intent. Her hands slid over his chest.Theodore’s nostrils flared, his anger boiling over.“If you can do this, why can’t I? You betrayed me, Aria. I’ll do the same… If it’s so easy for you.. For me too..” he muttered bitterly, his words slurring with alcohol and pain.He ripped open his shirt, the buttons coming undone in one swift motion.His chiseled six-pack abs gleamed under the dim red lights, his lean, muscular body radiating a raw, dangerous allure, tinged with the sharp scent of alcohol.Theod