Ash Anderson Novels & Stories

Reporters, players, coaches—all waiting for the intern to fumble. “You’re the reporter they sent?” His voice hit me like gravel scraped over steel, low and rough, as he emerged from the tunnel. He stood six-foot-three, a wall of muscle and menace, his green eyes slicing through me with cold assessment. Sweat glistened on his jaw, and his damp hair clung to his forehead, making him look more beast than man. I swallowed, my throat dry as sand. “Intern,” I corrected, clutching my notebook like a lifeline. “Lila Harper.”

I know him without knowing how. His mouth is closed. Fear rises fast. Not fear that he’ll howl. Fear that he won’t. Fear that I’ve carried him through blood and ash only to pass down silence. “No,” I breathe. I reach for him. The distance stretches. “Choose,” I whisper. “Not for them. Not for me. For yourself.” His little chest expands. Then Ashen opens his mouth. The howl is clear. Not loud. Not violent. Not hungry. Clear.

Even her eyes widened in wonder at the state of her best friend. "Well, that's a small part of the story. The big part of the story is that I'm married to a stranger. His name is Asher." Valencia said with a forced grin. Raisa widened her eyes, "What! Are you married to Mr. Asher? Mr. Asher from Stanford State, who entered the top 50 largest companies in Either Continent? Oh my God, are you kidding me?" Raisa said enthusiastically. She released her hug and looked at Valen carefully.

“Also, there’s a change in the male lead too. Apparently, Marvin fell sick.” “So who’s the new lead?” I said, glancing at the boys in the room but then the twin doors suddenly opened for the mighty male lead. Donning his proud smile and flaunting that ridiculously sexiness of his. Ash. He was dressed in a cream and brown short sleeved shirt on a pair of perfectly tailored black trousers and chelsea boots. His top three buttons were left open revealing that sturdy chest of his, my wolf drooled over. I forgot how to breathe instantly with each step he took. The sparks kept increasing with every moment.

“Father.” “You’re late,” CEO of the ADAMSON ENTERPRISE, the largest money making company in the world, Richard Adamson replied, not bothering to look up from the slim, pocket-size tablet he held in one hand as he checked his email. Knight unfolded the cloth napkin fanned out on the plate and draped it over his lap. A waiter discreetly filled his water glass and left two leather-encased tablets containing the menu and wine list on the table before departing. “I was busy.”

“It was necessary.” “He still loves you.” “Then he’ll have to learn to live with that.” Daniel turned toward her, brows raised. “And what about you?” “I don’t have time for ghosts,” she replied. “I’m too busy building something real.” He looked at her thoughtfully. “You’re dangerous, Natalie Evans.” She smirked. “I know.” By the time the gala ended, Natalie had spoken to key investors, secured three major partnership invitations, and signed off on a new charity initiative—Ashes to Empires, a foundation supporting women rebuilding their lives after public scandal, divorce, or abuse.

"Master Shiloh, I swear, I wasn't trying to put others down to elevate myself! Everything I said was the truth!" Harvey snorted. "Master Shiloh, don't believe a word Aspen says—she's a compulsive liar. No, let me rephrase—every lie she told about me was nonsense. But when it comes to Andrew and Michael, I have to admit, she was spot on. These two are absolute bastards!"

Jade didn’t bother following me, knowing that she would be dismissed if she tried. Entering the garage. I nodded at my driver Ashton who was already waiting for me, knowing to be prepared in case I wanted to go out, Nathan’s orders and rules. He opened the door for me, and watched as I walked inside before closing the door, entering the car as he waited for me to tell him where we were going or what I wanted to do. “We’re going to be going to a few places today, I do hope that you don’t have anything important here” I said, looking him in the eye through the rear mirror.

Hope The sound of people banging and clattering about has my eyes snapping open amd my heart rate jumping in alarm. For a second i dont know where i am or whats happening and then everything from the past week coming crashing into me like a stones being throw. Being aressted. the cells, the wolves, being a sevant in serves to those fucking monsters. I groan and sit up my head pounding from the sudden rush of information coming back to my brain. Maria rushes in worry and aggravation written all over her face" Girls get up , what are you doing !" hurry dress and meet me in the kitchen" We musint be late!" She off in a hurry yelling the same at the girls in the rooms next to ours . I look over

Asher couldn't contain his excitement at meeting the celebrity businessman in person. The crease in Andrew's forehead deepened as he endured Asher's prattle, which hadn't left a positive mark on him, especially considering Asher's closeness to his wife. "And you are?" Andrew's inquiry was sharp, but he wasn't overly concerned about his tone. He quirked an eyebrow at Asher before shifting his gaze to Alice. "Meet Asher Williams, one of my peers from university." With reluctance, Andrew reached out to shake Asher's hand, acknowledging his close connection with Alice.