Ahs Dandy Novels & Stories

“Asher was sweet.” I blinked. “Asher?” “Yes.” “Our Asher?” A sad smile touched his mouth. “Our Asher.” I stared at him, unable to connect the current Asher, the dagger-twirling, shameless, dangerous madman who offered his lust and revenge honeymoons, with the word sweet. Dax must have seen the disbelief on my face because his smile grew sadder.

he paused, his eyes giving the whole nonchalant look. “Yes sir,” I responded with my eyes rolled, which he seemed to have caught. “So you Blondie,” his fingers right in front of me, “You are Ethan right” he asked, his tone rude. “Yeah” Well, I guess Mr Cliff really meant it, when he said we would be treated normally at the bottom of the barrels huh. “And you must be the Asher, we have heard a lot about here,” his smirked, his tone still rude as hell. “Yes, I'm Asher,” Asher responded with a smile, feeling unfazed with Dane's rude behaviour, which was surprisingly deemed down as he stared at Asher.

Darius asks from his spot on the couch. “Nah. Ash doesn’t do girlfriends,” he says matter-of-factly. He runs his hand through his long, poorly kept hair and drops in the chair next to me. “When is curtain call? I hate being late for a good show,” he asks excitedly. His outfit matches his overly casual style- a pair of dark jeans, black boots, a black charcoal button-down shirt, with a patterned vest. It suits him.

"I am offering you a chance to resume your life without the responsibilities of caring for a child who is not yours," Ahsan replied with deadly calm—in direct contrast to the fury flashing in her eyes. "You are young and extraordinarily beautiful," he observed clinically, his voice devoid of emotion. "And, since my brother’s death, single." Although he would bet his personal fortune that she would not remain so for long, he thought grimly, watching the faint tremor of her lower lip and imagining the velvet softness of her mouth beneath his. "I imagine dating with a toddler in tow could be rather... inhibiting," he sarcastically remarked.

"I want the diamond cut ones. Umm..and that truff looks delightful." He nods and picks a bag from the shelf, starts to fill it with the candies. Candace starts to scrutinize his tall frame. He wears a skinny white shirt with blue jeans. His arms are muscular but not as muscular as someone else... She can predict how his broad chest looks even under the apron he wears. She always finds the man sexy as hell who wears an apron and can carry it with masculinity. This one, for sure, can carry it on that muscled chest deservedly.

Asked Callie politely. “Not at all.” Said Hudson and moved slightly to make space for them when the door bell dinged again. Kathy chocked on her own saliva at the sight of the person who had entered the diner. Standing there was Ashton, looking as breath taking as ever, dressed in a grey polo full sleeve t-shirt which was pulled up to his elbow and black jean along with a black jacket. He was as shocked as her since he did not expect her there but quickly masked his expression quite well.