Ash And Dawn Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

She stood there for a while looking dazed. After sometime, she came back to her senses and remembered Nick's words. She immediately pulled out her phone and went online. She widened her eyes in shock. Oh my!!Nick is such a perfectionist. He had known about treachery from a long time and even prepared a new proposal. It seems that she forgot how meticulous Nick was in his work. Good then our company is now #1 trending with the title "Asher group continues saga". She quickly opened the topic and read through it and said to herself, Wow, Mr.Asher is so awesome and she giggled to herself and patted her cheeks to bring down her excitement. "Ms.Mira, please don't slap too hard, we can't afford to

and a particularly large Lycan “asher” She looked around. "They are close friends. I’ll introduce the others after the meeting" she finished. Ruke stood up and faced the many lycans present. He wasted no time in telling them he had found his mate, after which he beckoned Lang Lang to speak to them about the prophecy. When she had finished, a very blonde Lycan with a mole on his nose spoke up, ”what have we got to do with the prophecy,“ he asked, witha bored look on his face.

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

He snapped his head towards me and motioned me to keep looking at him and I tried my best. Ash's P.O.V *a few minutes ago* I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Work, is always there but these days I haven't been able to do much. The reason? My assistant. I've tried getting her out of my head but I haven't been able to do that. Maybe I like her? I dismissed the thought at once. No l didn't like Dawn. She's rude, stubborn, doesn't know how to speak to her seniors, but she's beautiful, smart, feisty, and sexy as h- What!? What am I thinking!? I shook my head and moved towards the windows in my office, looking at the view of buildings surrounding mine.

GRAYSON’S POV Hamish insisted on waiting until morning, but I did not. I kept Ashen close all night, never more than an arm’s reach from him, never letting his aura shift without my awareness snapping awake. He slept restlessly, stirring whenever the balance presence pulsed through him, and every time it happened my wolf pushed beneath my skin like it wanted to tear the air apart. I restrained it because Ashen needed calm, but calm was becoming harder to maintain. When dawn finally bled across the windows and Ashen opened his eyes, the exhaustion in his expression struck me like a blade.

I said. “That will be taking too long,” Dominus said and before I could blink, he knocked Tumult unconscious. Dawn rolled her eyes as I nodded for her to continue. Dawn moved to stand in front of Tumult and then closed her eyes. Like always, Asher stood right behind her as if to take her out of there if something went wrong. We waited patiently until she opened her eyes. “This guy here is a fool,” Dawn said pointing at Tumult. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“And you’ll get us all killed if you can’t keep pace.” The words stung like a blade because they were true. But I tightened my grip anyway, dragging the kid forward. “They stay with me.” Kaia stared a moment longer, then turned, snow crunching under her boots. --- Dawn When dawn finally broke, it was cruel. Pale light spilt over the trees, silver instead of gold, revealing everything sharp instead of soft. We stumbled into a hollow between rocks, shielded from the worst of the wind. Asher dropped first, sinking into the snow, his chest heaving. Kaia leaned against the stone, blade still in her hand, eyes never closing.

She had a teasing smile tugging at her lower lip and I rolled my eyes, flipping her off. "Geez, you should have seen how hot you look staking your claim on him," Dawn said without mincing words, sporting a smirk on her face. "I am just stating the obvious." I shrugged casually, leaning to rest my back on the sun lounger. "Ash is all loved up! Ivana's going to be a Mrs in a few weeks. Gosh, I am so proud of you girls." Dawn cried, faking a sniff and I chuckled where I lay, Ivana's giggles seeping into my ears.

The hatch shifts slightly. Locked, but old. Rust weakens everything over time. Rowan uses the last of his strength and slams into it once—hard. The hatch gives. It bursts open with a metallic shriek. Rowan freezes. Sound. Too much sound. Too loud. But it’s done. The hatch is open. Cold air rushes in from above, carrying street scent—oil, smoke, wet pavement. Rowan climbs out. I follow. We emerge into a narrow alley behind a row of boarded buildings, the city’s glow distant but present, streetlights bleeding pale light into the darkness.

“Freedom. Raine. Your perfect, pureblood future.” He stares at me like he doesn’t know whether to snarl or grab me. “And all I want,” I add softly, dangerously, “is to stop feeling like I lost a game I never agreed to play.” For a moment, the world holds its breath. Then Ashton laughs—short, harsh. “You think this makes you noble?” I grin, all teeth. “No. It makes me done.” I turn on my heel, fire humming beneath my skin. “Full moon,” I threw over my shoulder. “Be there.”