Ahs Murder House Characters Novels & Stories

I said. "Because Asher is a syndicate that kills people so they can sell the organs and that's it until he met the scientist daemon where everything started again." Psyche said and he really knows the background story of his older brother. "Then who is the girl who is your sister?" erah suddenly asked me. "Yes, who is she?" Nale asked, then I took a deep breath before speaking again and answering their questions.

It has ten rooms with affixed bathrooms, a ginormous kitchen stocked with groceries, canned food, fridges, freezers, and guess what - I bumped into a room filled with guns and weapons. Turns out I never really knew Ash after all. Speaking of Ash, he disappears every day like clockwork and I don't get to see him until it's nighttime. He comes back looking spent, with red eyes and dark bags underneath them. I know he's not using drugs, but something else is going on. Something to do with handling his scorned woman.

“I guess in this case… they didn’t.” "Come to think of it, what motive did he have to kill the others. Mr. Body, I can understand, but the cook, the maid, the detective, wait, I can understand that one." "Yeah, wouldn't want the police discovering your plan. Or worse, sending you to jail." Ayesha flopped back on the chair, disgruntled. “I really thought it would have been Miss Scarlett.” “She didn’t look like a murderer.”

"In this house, if the Ashfords say someone is dead, then they are dead to the world. They will erase her name. They will burn her photos. It will be like she never existed." "It’s not fair," Sarah sobbed. "She was so sweet. And the baby... he was just an innocent little soul." "The world isn't fair, girl," Mary said. Her voice was shaking. "The Ashfords live in a house of glass, but their hearts are made of stone. They don't see people. They only see power." They worked in silence for a long time. The only sound was the clinking of the spoons and the crackling of the oven. The kitchen, which was usually a place of warm smells and happy talk, felt like a cold tomb.

They sit around and sleep as if they are home with their own families on some calm vacation where they have nothing to worry about other then what they will have for lunch the next day. They all act as if Ares and Alex being out of the war is the best thing ever, as if with two out of the four being injured and not able to do anything has won them this little game of power. Ares maybe the silent force behind the war but it’s Asher they should fer the most, he's a shadow that goes bump in the night. A still figure that hides in the cracks like a deadly creature waiting to make its kill. Ace is the very definition of psychopath if you look it up in the dictionary, he may ace first on impulse w

I am glad he doesn’t stand behind me, like some criminal that may escape. “So Alexa, tell me about the last time you saw the cook.” “There’s nothing much to tell, I’ve already been asked this question before and I gave my answer to Elder Muriel.” As we speak, I’m careful to avoid eye contact with Asher. Asher is smart, so I need to be careful of my answers, and I can’t do that when butterflies block my sense of reasoning whenever our eyes collide. “I know, I’ve read what you said.” Asher answers calmly. I sigh and repeat what I said to Muriel. There’s a moment of silence before Asher asks, “Did you kill her?” I look straight into Asher’s emerald green eyes, butterflies and attraction be damn

he said with a frown "It's easier to hurt you in a place like this or anywhere at all but if you're in that mansion ,they will have to have a calculated and meticulous plan, making it hard for them to hurt you.." Asher's mom tried to kill me while I was in that household....but come to think of it ,it wasn't really in the Mansion but outside.... "You must be happy to go back,you will finally see your Alpha"he said looking at me disgusted I frown"when will you stop assuming things like that"I said fed up of hearing stuff like that from his mouth "That's what sluts like you do,you go for other men when your husband is alive"he said menacingly

"Why would a respected professor assault someone like that? What, is she blind to her own condition?" "A compulsive gambler isn't a good person. The police should really investigate her." "This housekeeper is terrifying. No one will dare hire her again." "So this whole performance was just to scam money to pay off loan sharks?" Just as netizens were verbally tearing into the mother and daughter, the paternity test results came out. A staff member named Evan Brooks walked into the hall, holding the report. When he looked up and saw the nude photos, he awkwardly lowered his head.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Mr. Ashford? This is breaking into someone's house." He stood in the middle of her living room, taking off his coat like he lived there. "I'm here to finish what we were talking about." "Get out." She pointed at the door. "Before I call the cops and ruin what's left of your good name." He sat on her couch, crossing his legs like he didn't care. His eyes looked at her body covered only by the towel. "Stop lying, Elena. I know exactly who you are." Fear went through her, but she pushed it down. "I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm not whoever you think I am."

Hector smiled, “Let’s show him what we are capable to do to that mother fu*ker,” “Yes,” Dan nodded and walked out of the place leaving Hector alone in his office where they talk about his underworld business. This is located in a high security remote place. Meanwhile, Ashley walked out of the bedroom after taking a nap, she’d her cell phone in her hands and her eyes carried the terror. She looked around the house, taking careful steps. “Mrs. Black, do you want anything to drink?” Mrs. Betty asked. “Huh, nothing,” she said. “But it’s good for you to drink smoothie at this time,” she said.