Adult Ash Ketchum Novels & Stories

Ash sighed as he tied on his apron, washed his hands, and headed to the counter. Working at Ohm's Place at 20 was something he never really wanted. However, in order to pay for his college classes, he needed the money, and his brother, who is an Alpha who just happens to own the cafe, gave him the job a year ago. Ohm had taken over the cafe when he was 18 and Ash was 19. The owner before was getting pretty old, and when he retired, he handed over the Cafe to Ohm just like that. And of course, Ohm changed the name as well. And the funny part is that the owner is none other than their own Grandfather.

Not only had Raiden been very strange and mean at times, he is a werewolf and I am not supposed to feel anything around him. God! What am I doing? Asher is probably not dealing with any of this nonsense. He has most likely learned a lot already which he can share. Although I haven’t seen him with other people much, he mostly keeps to himself. Which is the opposite of the way he acted back home. Everyone loves him and loves hanging out with him. I sighed, thinking back to the conversation about my birthday. It was actually my eighteenth birthday next Monday, but in my backstory they had made me one year younger for obvious reasons.

Asher answered, "I caught it some time back. Do you know where I caught it? I caught it in Mount Nix. "My dad says it looks a lot like the Holy Maiden's old horse. However, this horse hasn't been tamed. It can't compete." "Open the stall. Let me have a look." Asher was about to reject her when a subordinate walked up to him and whispered something to him. His expression changed as he quickly said, "Ms. Victoria, I have some things I need to deal with. If you have any demands, please look for someone else."

There was a search button at the top and he clicked on it then inputted the id, it brought out an icon only, he tapped on the icon and the website entered a chat interface. A ghost appeared at the bottom of the screen in the chat interface floating up and down amd Asher figured it was the icon indicating if the other party was typing or not. He was right because a text entered few seconds later, the username of the sender was redsun, the message read; ‘Hello dear curious reader, we’re glad you made it this far. Something popped up asking Asher to pick a designated nickname before he could reply the message. He thought about it for a while, then picked The will of Aura, aura was almost litera

And somewhere out there, Asher was searching—unaware of how much had changed. How much Chloe had changed. ```

Tears streamed down my face, dripping into my father's ashes and staining them dark. I did not wipe my face. I did not respond to Stella. I did not look at Hudson, who stood beside her with an undisguised smirk. I reached out with trembling hands, gathering the ashes little by little, trying to put them back into the urn. "I'm sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry... this is my fault..." Hudson had his arm around Stella's waist. He let out a theatrical sigh. "Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..."

Asher said as he finished off his cotton candy. I smiled broadly, the afternoon sun reflecting on the windows of the Cadillac. “It’s nothing,” I assured him. “And please, call me Kael.” Asher looked at me strangely, his eyes narrowing for a bit. He was too smart for a kid his age, sensing when something was off immediately. Well, he was a primordial wolf which made things more interesting and easier for him. I could feel my mouth watering as I thought of all the possibilities I could achieve with his powers at my command.

“But cereal isn’t for throwing at the cat, sweetheart.” I stepped into the doorway. Erick looked up from the couch, one arm holding a squirming Ash who moved like a syrup-coated eel. “You’re up,” he muttered. “Praise be. Your turn. I need morning worship and emotional therapy.” I shot him a look. “You’re the best gay best friend on earth, but you’re too soft for a Romanticus Absentis meltdown.” “I’m crying because I miss PAPI!” Ash hiccupped, red-faced and messy-haired. “He didn’t say good morning! He didn’t say he loves me! He… he…”

It was their first night back to the normal sleeping arrangements. Ash shook his head. “No, no, things need to go back to normal.” He pulled away from the doorway and made his way to their couch. “It’s barely been a week. You have to give yourself time.” Ash scrubbed at his face. “I’ve had nothing but time lately,” he replied with a painful smirk. “I am one thousand and twenty-six years old.” “I’m sorry.” “No,” Ash jumped up from the couch. “Don’t say that as if you have something to be sorry for.”

I feel my patience thinning talking to this mongrel. “I’m right here, Alpha Vincenzo. No need to attack my brother. He’s just getting a sense of what you’re all about. Name’s Asher,” A tall, lean, man, with fair skin, brown eyes, bright tattoos all over his body, and piercings in his ears, steps out of the trees next to Mr. Mullet. The most confusing aspect about this Alpha Asher is that his hair is pink- bright pink. “I have some questions,” Tobias puts his hand up in the air as he takes in Alpha Asher. I can tell from his tone and from spending the last couple weeks with him, that he is going to say something stupid. He has admitted to hating awkward silences.