Ahs Dandy Novels & Stories

*** After breakfast, we went down to the grand room to set up everything before the lady arrived for her date with Asher. About thirty minutes later, the door opened, and Asher walked in, clad in a cream polo with a mesh collar tucked into beige-free dress pants and black sandals. His dark hair was perfectly gelled back, leaving no strand out of place. I forcefully tore my eyes away from him, thanking the Moon Goddess that he hadn't caught me ogling him.

Cassie’s Pov “He knows my name?” I whispered under my breath. The ‘he’ in question was Asher, heir of the Valley pack, the one everyone adored. Honey blonde hair, brown eyes that always sparkled like he carried sunshine in his pockets, and a smile that could talk anyone out of their clothes. He was charming, dangerous, impossible to resist. He was a player, girls draped themselves over him every day. He flirted back with all of them.

I just wanted to keep admiring the view. Then someone walked in. Tall. Athletic build. Loafers with no socks, annoyingly casual for a workplace like this. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, showing off forearms that looked like they spent more time in the gym than behind a desk. Clean-cut jawline, dark hair slightly tousled like he styled it to look like he didn’t try. Asher Vance. I’d seen his type a hundred times. The kind of guy who coasted on charm, confidence, and just enough skill to stay relevant. A little too comfortable around people he had no business being comfortable with—like Hilary.

Ashley assured. “I hope so,” “What’s Dylan doing?” “He runs an Architectural firm,” she said. “That’s cool and he’s handsome like Hector,” Ashley said. “Yeah,” Anne nodded blushing hard. When Ashley walked to the kitchen to make her dinner, Anne said, “Do you have a boyfriend, Ashley?” “No,” Ashley disagreed in the way that no one could believe. Anne agreed without arguing much since this conversation is weird. She went to her room after saying good night. Ashley had her dinner watching television and slept peacefully that night.

Ash accused angrily. Damian's face turned angry right before he broke into laughter, "All right! You got me. What the hell are you talking about?" "You won't talk to your boss." Ash stated. "That's hardly enough reason to jump to such a damning conclusion." Damian said. "Your hair. It's one of a kind. Never seen such unruly curls in my life. One could identify you easily through it. That's why you have to keep it covered every time hence the nickname Hatter." Ash said.

Nikolai, the one that had picked us up last night raise a brow. "You don't need those," his baritone voice filled the space. He wasn't bad at all. He was just a few inches shorter than hot daddy. Strong shoulders. Built muscles. Too hot to be doing daddy duties. Just like hot daddy, but he had this playful grin to his face, unlike hot daddy, and it made him less appealing. "Please, daddy. Grant me this one. It's my Christmas wish," Sonia whined, wriggling in her seat like a child throwing a meaningless tantrum.

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

It was funny, the effect I could have, just by yelling. But I knew it was very unhealthy, especially since we were about to be stuck on the road for the longest time. I looked back at Dante, holding on to the horses' bridle. “Hey, what's your favorite color?” Perplexed, he raised a brow, reminding me of mum. Irritated, I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to supply the information he hadn't given me yet. On his behalf, Asher answered, “his favorite color is black. Mine is blue. Navy blue to be precise. What's yours?”

DAISY I felt Daddy Luxuria's cock throb madly inside of me. "You want to take us both at the same time?" Grayson daddy asked, disbelief and horniness mixed up on his face. "Yes... Yes, daddy. I want to have your cock and daddy's cock inside of me at the same time"

he didn’t know who she was or why Melody would sign something like that, but it was making him mad just hearing what she had to say. "Dave remember to give him one of my business cards." Ashley turned on her heels and stared at Xander, who was fuming in rage as the smoke from his burning clothes obscured his handsome face. "By the way, I am Ashley Barbie Gates, the number one pimp in Miami, the queen of the streets." She introduced herself confidently and winked at him before turning her back on him as she was making her way to the door of his apartment.