Ash And Mallow Novels & Stories

Because she can’t be bought. HollowRoot: The Accord is rattled. That’s never happened before.

that's such a weird name, by the way Olivia: You'd think it's about playing games in a pool and not about someone pissing on you Olivia: It's kinda misleading, actually, now that I think about it, like imagine you're looking for athletic games to play at the beach, so you type 'watersports,' and you end up watching someone pee on a jellyfish sting on someone's leg except there's no jellyfish Olivia: Mob boss Ash Ash: I'm not Olivia: You don't have to lie. I promise Ash: I said I am NOT into this Olivia: Wha Olivia: You YELLED at ME?? Ash: I did not shut up, shut up Olivia: AT ME????? Olivia: I ME AND MYSELF??? Ash: SHUT UP Olivia: GASP Olivia: YOU YELLED AGAIN Olivia: IM SORRY IM GROWLING A

I did not fail to notice Cruz sending a deadly glare to Ash, I was at fault too but he treated me with care. "If it's just rashes from the water intake, it would get cleared after taking a few herbs." Ash said and Cruz attested to it. So I got up and we started walking down the path that would lead to the tarred road, hoping to get herbs on the way or better still cross the finish line and get rid of the rashes after coming out of the illusion. We took a step at a time, and I felt so guilty for slowing us down. Ash recognized a few herbs and then gave me the leafs to chew. They were very bitter but anything to get us paced up properly.

A never-ending stream of guilt that falls, and falls, and falls until my eyes are swollen and there are no more tears to cry. “I-it hurts.” “I know, honey, but if you don’t calm down, you’re going to make yourself sick.” I push the heels of my palms into my eyes before looking up at Healer Asha. She offers a broken smile and a mug of steaming tea. “I know it won’t help much, but it’ll make you feel less nauseous,” she says softly, setting the mug in my hands. “Moon Moss is very good for getting rid of morning sickness.”

It smells like smoke and old money. Ash fits in like a predator among his own kind. “Let me do most of the talking,” he says under his breath. “And for the love of all things unholy, do not mention Malcolm.” Noted. I clamp my mouth shut and try to channel the icy calm I don’t actually possess. This is for Hilda. And the pack. A waitress appears, all heels and red lipstick. Ash flashes her a smile so charming, I almost believe it’s genuine. He orders something I can’t pronounce, which is undoubtedly ruinously expensive, and she practically purrs her approval.

He handed me a small cup half filled with water and I took a sip, soothing my throat and calming my nerves. “Thank you sir.” He smiled, collecting the cup from me. I stared from the pan at the smoke, watching it swirl around Ronan’s bed like a cloud. He must have noticed me staring at it as he cleared his throat. “The smoke of Ashara.” “What?” I asked, turning to face him. “That is its name, the smoke of Ashara, produced by burning Ashara roots. The first time I heard of it was when my father used it for his father when he became unconscious after a fall.”