Ahs Dandy Novels & Stories

It wasn’t my home anymore; the Blackwoods made sure I never forgot that. ​The moment I entered the dining room, my cousins barely even looked at me. Andrew sat comfortably beside his mate, Jessica, while Andre laughed with a few warriors at the table, and Aurora was basically throwing herself at future Alpha Dylan. ​Dylan Ashford was every girl's dream mate. He was tall, strong, handsome, and powerful. He had these icy blue eyes that could silence a room. I tried not to look at him for too long; girls like me were not supposed to look at men like him.

He grasped Joan's hand to walk with him when he saw Henry and his wife. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Dumas. It's been a while," Asher addressed Henry and Kathy Dumas. "Mr. Evans, why am I not surprised to find you here, did you come hoping to convince me again?" Henry asked with a disapproving stare. Henry Dumas is a wry old man, a tall slightly portly old man. He's also a socialite and old money with french ancestry. His wife Kathy is a tall buxom brunette, blue-eyed, and very friendly. She was as much a socialite and old money as her husband and the wrinkles on her face couldn't detract from her beauty.

Asher: Is everything alright? Jason: Asher Sashaaa, I've missed youuuu. Asher: I told you to stop calling me that. Andy: Asher Sasha?(laughing emojis followed after) Andy: That's hilarious. Isaac: Honestly... Jason: I knowww Andy Sandy, I'm just funny like that. Jason: And no, Zeke Dicky, I'm not drunk. Jason: Can't a man have some fun without liquid courage? And might I remind you, little Sasha over here isn't of legal drinking age yet.

I think to myself as Ashe and Anne finally open the door. “Oh my Goddess! I can’t believe that you lot are FINALLY here!” Ashe screams out, in her beautiful Yorkshire accent. Ashe, our British babe and best-selling paranormal romance author, has gotten pretty much all of us into the habit of saying “Oh my Goddess' ' in situations like this. It’s become a thing. Her beautiful, short and curly hair is a new color this month, a pretty blue and pink balayage that compliments her porcelain skin and green eyes. She’s petite and her boobs are phenomenal, and honestly, we are all a little jealous at how big but perky they are. Kita often jokes that she’s a little gay for Ashe, but lesbe-honest, we a

Everyone is sweating, dancing, drinking, losing themselves in the chaos. And in the center of it all is Asher himself. He stands near the makeshift DJ booth wearing red leather pants that hang low on his hips and nothing else. His chest is bare, showing off the defined abs and broad shoulders that have half the girls in school obsessed with him. His dark hair is messy, his grin wide and cocky as he surveys his domain. "ASHER!" a group of girls scream as he walks past them. He winks, and they practically melt. "This party is insane!" someone shouts.

I had to make sure our legal put on extra details for his contract. "Adriana, whenever you're ready?" He made me snapped into reality. Fucking hell. "Sorry, Mr. Davis. Please have a seat, I just thought Drew had sent us his oldest client. But you don't look that old." I was stalling, when in reality I had known everything there was to know about him. Like the fact that he's forty-two years old and loves fitness. And if I went through his portfolio, he had a really nice junk that supports him, throughout his underwear modeling career.

Be with her. I slowly walked up to her. With each step I felt my heart pouting more and more. She looked up at me with her flushed red face. "I will stay by your side" I said as she looked up at me shocked. "Really?" she asked as I smiled. "Really" I said before I crashed my lips on her. (Prince Nyx POV) I opened my eyes and looked around. Everyone was asleep now. The room is only dimly lit by a night light hanging in the far corner.

The air in Asher's office crackled with tension as frustration and confusion danced around the room. Asher, his patience wearing thin, finally snapped, "Dylan, we are in the office, and I am not your friend right now." Dylan, the master of nonchalance, lazily retorted, "I don't think we have to act formal when we are alone, Asher boy." The nickname only fueled Asher's annoyance, leaving him rubbing his temples in exasperation. Dealing with Dylan was like navigating a maze of unpredictability.

Ashley thought differently. “Listen. You’re the full package: the body and the brains. Let’s find you a man who appreciates that kind of double threat.” Ashley pointed to a guy standing at a bar set up off to the side of the dance floor that was currently hopping with gyrating bodies. My bra trembled in fear. “How about that one?” I wanted to play along, I really did, but a thorough once over told me he wouldn’t do. “Ash, he’s got Sperrys with no socks and he Nairs his legs. Absolutely not.”

“You color-coordinate everything. Even your undies.” Oops! I couldn’t argue with that. Ash squeezed my arm. “Just… be careful. Boys like him are hurricanes. Beautiful, exciting, loud… and very capable of blowing your entire life off balance.” I swallowed. Hard. Because even though she was dramatic, even though she exaggerated everything, Ash wasn’t wrong. Adonis was a hurricane. Something wild and unpredictable and dangerously magnetic. And I… I was starting to feel drawn to the danger.