Ahs Murder House Characters Novels & Stories

“Because I’m supposedly crazy? Why would I set her house on fire? She didn’t steal my baby. Just because she’s stupid enough to get involved with you three again? There’s no accounting for some people’s taste.” “True that,” Aislen stole another pea. “These are good. She didn’t do it,” she decided as she rose to her feet. “We’re sorry to disturb you,” she said to Charlotte as she stepped down to Heath’s level and strolled over to stand beside him so that they both looked up at the woman. “Did he tell you what happened to me?” Charlotte asked as he encouraged Aislen to return the way that they had come. She wasn’t going to let them leave without causing some trouble, Heath thought with resigna

Alice and her squad were still at the crime scene investigating the homicide that had taken place. They were looking for any possible clues to find the murderer. Right about now she was interrogating the two neighbors if they noticed any unfamiliar occurrences last night. Mr Oscar said he was sleeping soundly last night and didn't hear anything odd in the neighborhood. "Or honey did you hear anything?" Mr Oscar asks his wife and she nods. "I heard screams" Mrs Oscar and Mrs George the second neighbor answered in unison.

We were a total of thirty-one assassins including the master - that's what he called himself - we were more than that in the beginning but with time, a lot gave up or were killed during operations and that's saying something about the rest of us that we were really good. My life was on a schedule that was directed by the master. He wasn't against relationships between mates as long as it didn't affect the job we were assigned to and that was why I allowed myself to become a close partner with Audrey. I wouldn't call us friends, I was reputed to be a cold-hearted being with no emotions so how could I have friends? I cared for her and she was the only thing I allowed myself to indulge on till

And now I am stuck with that entitled brat. “Come on, mate, you need to chill”, Kill says, and I glance at him, giving him my deadliest stare. I am in this shit position because of you fucking dickhead. “Boys”, Ash says as she walks into the room. She looks beautiful. As soon as Kill’s eyes rest on her, I can see the fire. The bastard can’t keep it in his pants when it comes to his wife. He adores her, and I can’t think of the worst thing to happen to me.

"Open up, Asher. Come out and face me like a man. Ain't you ashamed of yourself? I let you into my home when you didn't have a place to stay. I gave you a roof over your head, and what did you do? You went to sleep with my wife? You tried to take my wife away from me? All because of you, I lost Vivian, and now Claire is going to give me a divorce. No... I'll be damned before I let you spend your life with Claire. She's mine. She always has been, and that will never change." Asher looked around the room and heaved a sigh of relief when he noticed his phone on the bed. He picked it up and quickly called 911. When the call was answered, he said, "Please help me. There's a crazy lunatic in my ho

Before I could get up and follow, I heard a string of profanities escape Ashton's lips from the other room, followed by the sound of something shattering on the floor. Realizing that something was very wrong, I got up and made my way into the living room, where Ashton and Antoine stood. "What's wrong?" I asked, taking in Antoine's swollen eyes and Ashton's shaking body. "What's going on?" For a moment, neither man answered me as I watched and waited for a response. It was only when I was ready to ask the same question again that Ashton turned and fixed his agonized gaze on mine. "It's my dad." He said slowly, trying to keep his emotions in check. "He was murdered."

I asked and slowly amusement was exiting as seriousness was filling in. "Asher was Marcel's man, who had his hand in killing Helen ma'am." He paused as he looked deep into my eyes. "King was burning in vengeance as he wanted revenge from each and every soul that tortured and killed Helen ma'am. Ashar was one of the men among six. At first, we killed Donovan when he was out selling packs of his drugs to nearby colleges and pubs, then we beheaded Calvin, then it was Benett, the ugly man I've ever seen... we caught him red-handed while he was forcing himself onto one woman and finally it was Asher, he was spying on the Russian mobsters as it was Marcel's command and that's when we took the oppo

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

POV: Ember. I burst into the safehouse kitchen, my Moon Eyes vision still burning—my parents’ murder, no robbery but a hit. Asher’s at the table with Grandma, the glowing scroll between them. Lupa’s nearby, checking a tablet with security feeds. My hands shake, but my voice is steady. “My parents—Mark and Sarah—they were murdered in New York. It wasn’t random. They knew about the vault.” Asher’s head snaps up, eyes sharp. “What? How do you know?”

Hazel POV The safe house sat on a quiet hill overlooking the city, surrounded by high walls and thick trees. It was beautiful in a cold, perfect way — modern lines, large windows, and luxury I had only ever seen in magazines. But no matter how many times I walked through its rooms, it never felt like home. Asher had increased security even more after the wedding. Guards patrolled the grounds in shifts. Cameras covered every corner. No one could enter or leave without clearance. It was necessary, he said. Callie was still out there, angry and unpredictable.