Ash And Cynthia Married Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I’ve barely eaten, barely slept, taking on extra responsibilities to avoid being around anyone. “Archie…Help me understand,” Ash pleads, his hands resting on his knees. When I look over at him, I don’t see anger in his eyes, more like some combination of hurt and confusion. We never keep secrets from each other. I was certainly hurt that he took a couple of days to tell me that he was mated to Saph. This situation is different. “What’s there to understand, Ash? She’s destined for me, and me for her.” Yaya tightens her hold around my neck, and I can’t help but melt into her.

ash : shutup honey how can you show my room to him me : what do you mean by it if I don't show your room should I let him to stay in my room ash : what the hell honey me : don't blame me your face is showing all answers ash : enough honey me : ok ok say did he accepted your proposal ash : yeah he accepted my proposal me : wow let's party hansika : what's going on here me : our ash is not single anymore hansika : really me : yeah niha : so now I have two sister in laws

He sighed and found the door that opened in the balcony. "Get changed. I'll be outside", Ash mumbled and walked away. Ash walked in the balcony and let the cold air run a shiver down his spine. He looked at the stars above and then at the ring that now adorned his finger. Given by the man who Ash was madly in love with, all of this felt like a shameful joke to him. He had been forced to marry the guy who he loved but who hurt his confidence in the worst way possible. Until a few days ago, he had wanted all of this to be very real for him but now, he didn't know what he wanted. Not anymore.

"Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered by a coward hiding behind stolen administrative keys and forged signatures." Torin’s eyes widened, a sudden flicker of genuine panic cutting through his arrogant facade. He hadn't expected her to piece together the depth of the deception so quickly. He opened his mouth to rasp another retort, but Julian’s grip tightened just enough to cut off the air entirely, plunging the elder into a limp, unconscious collapse. Julian dropped Torin’s body to the floor with a heavy, unceremonious thud. The old man lay sprawled across the stone, chest barely rising as air painfully forced its way back into his lungs.

"Don't make a scene. Be my Luna, or I will destroy you." "Be your Luna?" I laughed. It was a terrifying, joyful sound. "Cole Bloodmoon," I announced, my voice ringing with the power of an Alpha. "I, Ava Ashford, reject you as my mate." The words hit the room like a physical shockwave. Cole stumbled back, clutching his chest. The bond-the mystical thread connecting us-snapped. SNAP. It was loud. Violent. "You..." Cole gasped, his face turning gray. "You can't..."

My reply caught Ryland Croft completely off guard. He stared at me, stunned, until the tips of his ears flushed red. "If you're not against it, it's settled. We'll get married three days from now, and I'm warning you—you're dead meat if you escape!" He took off in a rush, stumbling into people and knocking over decorations, as if I might actually eat him alive. My fingers slid over the piano keys as I lifted a brow in amusement.

When night fell, Logan would share a room with Coral, then light the same scented candle they had used for years. That candle had been there from the very first night they had shared, all the way through their marriage. Coral had always believed that the soft candlelight and drifting scent could unlock the hidden intimacy between them. It was all about their love, lust, and obsession with one another. They had lost themselves in each other, day after day, year after year. While the candlelight glow remained, a charred body lay in the bed. Next to the corpse was a broken, lonely man who sobbed into the dark every night.

I tried to escape him in a hurry. "Wait," he caged me with his arms and locked his eyes with mine. I swallowed hard and felt myself gazing deeply into his beautiful eyes. "You feel it don't you? Why are you trying to escape me? Unless you already have a boyfriend" He looked genuinely curious. Damn, He smelled like fresh mint and coffee. "I--I didn't mean to escape you." I stuttered, embarrassing myself again. "I know we don't know much about each other but I meant what I said that day. I really enjoyed spending time with you, Ash." He grinned, showing his dimples. Dear Lord, How could I say no to this?

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c