Novel & Cerita 5sos Ashton

Ashton says. I narrow my gaze. "See what?" He steps closer, lowering his tone. "It's about Luna Sarah." My breath hitches, but I force composure. "What about her?" I couldn't believe Ashton kept me in suspense and that made me hop on his car with him and let him drive me to whatever shocker he's about to pull off. We arrive at the destination he insisted on, the pack doctor. "Why are we in the pack doctor's house again?" "Just come." He signals me.

*3 years later* "AHHH!" I jumped at the sound of a scream and ran down the hall towards the living room where I found Ashton withering on the ground as sweat covered his face and Benson along with a few other guys stood back and watched with wide eyes as Cameron and Dillon held him down. "What's going on in here?" I asked making them look up at me

"Just hurry up !! I will not leave that bas**** who dares to mess with my company!! Sitting back on his seat Ashton rubbed his temples. This was a hell lot of money and no one can do it unless they have access to his firewall and internal security. His chain of thoughts was broken when his phone pinged with a message. Come asap! Your wife is going to kill someone!! -Cameron Ashton's eyes widened reading the message and he re-read it. Where? What happened? On street 11!! just come you will see. Pulling up his coat from the back of his seat he made his way out of his office dismissing all the meetings.

23:00 – A pub in Westminster. The place was lively, as it always was on a Friday night. Glasses clinked, low laughter spilled out in waves, and somewhere in the corner, someone was butchering Oasis on the karaoke mic. Ashton sat at the far end of the bar, nursing a glass of scotch, the amber liquid catching the light each time he swirled it. The tie was gone, the sleeves rolled up, and the second button of his dress shirt undone. His hair, once neatly styled, had relaxed into loose, slightly disheveled waves—evidence of the long day behind him.

He was on his way back home when his mother had called to ask if his sister was with him at company as Imogen wasn't home yet and their mother couldn't reach her on phone. Imogen was Ashton's twin so of course, he understands her better than anyone else. Something or someone must have pissed her off greatly. "Give me the car key, I'll bring her home myself." Ashton retrieved the key from his driver and hurriedly entered his car again. Only this time, he was behind the wheel. Within seconds, he had sped off the Grey's residence and was now on the highway, heading to Preston Bar. Barely fifteen minutes later, Ashton arrived at the famous Preston Bar and had parked his car by the entrance. He m

Ashton was about to run towards her and hold her after so long, but stopped as soon as he saw Geroge moves in front of Elena and said "You can never get my sister! I can die again!" Ashton started to laugh as he said: "I thought you were dead but I like this surprise, just give my Mate back to me, and then I will not hurt you or this pack! but if you refuse again then I will fucking kill everyone in this pack!". "That's the only fucking thing you know! Why the hell are you doing this to them? they don't have anything to do with your psychotic behavior!" Geroge shouted in anger, pain, and hurt. Just looking at Ashton's face after so long brought him back the pain that he went through on the d

And those three idiots were present. I motioned to Derek. "You're next," I chuckled. My friends rushed forward. "How could I have missed all the fun today?" Ashton whined. "I'm fine, thanks for asking," I said sarcastically. "Who cares about you?" Ashton said with a bombastic side eye. "Anyways, there's always a next time," Bel said. And away we flew,leaving the crowd behind. ------- *Across the parking lot Tristan watched her go his cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers*

Before anyone can say anything, Ashtons phone rings. “It’s Dr Rossi.”

“And I’m not letting her face that alone.” Without another word, Ashton strode toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. He stopped just inches from it, his reflection faintly mirrored against the sprawling city beyond. Below, Bay City churned in chaos—traffic snarled, media vans clustered like vultures outside his building, people moving in restless urgency. His gaze lifted, cutting through the towering structures as if he could already see beyond them. Beyond Bay City. Beyond the storm Roel had stirred. “Prepare the private plane,” Ashton said, his voice calm but absolute.

Chester’s POV “Chester ? Chester ? Chester please wake up !! Don’t leave me !!!!” frantic female pleas resounded suddenly. “Ashton !! Please do something,” she pleaded. Ashton ? Tis always that motherfvcker !! Ashton. Ashton. ASHTON !!!!!! It is always fvcking him !! I swear I am going to burn him in the worst flames of Dark Arts fire if he even touches me or worse, looks at my mate’s way !