Ash Anderson Novels & Stories

But for now, in that enchanting moment, they allowed themselves to revel in the joy of newfound companionship and the thrilling possibilities that lay before them. Andy, sensing Asher's reserved demeanor, leaned in slightly and asked, "Hey, Asher, you seem a bit quiet tonight. Is everything okay?" Asher glanced at Andy and forced a smile, attempting to brush off any concerns. "Ah, it's nothing, really," he replied, his voice tinged with weariness. "Just work stress and feeling a bit tired lately. You know how it is." Andy nodded understandingly, though a part of him sensed that there might be more to Asher's subdued mood. "Yeah, work can be demanding sometimes. Make sure to take some time fo

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

Rather just digging as if I'm fighting for my own life. My shovel finally hits something firm. I continue to dig, creating a much larger hole around me. I brace myself, and carefully but powerfully slam the shovel into the top of the coffin. The shovel manages to break the wood. I toss the shovel aside, and pull up on the slats of wood. I manage to get a few loose, and toss them aside. I kneel down closer to the body in the casket.

Mrs Jones noted, her eyes fixed on Ashley. "I'm a new student" Ashley said. "Oh! That explains it..... What's your name?" Mrs Jones asked, flipping through the textbook in her hand. "Ashley James" She answered. "Sit down, let's get to work" She turned to the projector. Mrs Jones was their mathematics teacher and Ashley hated mathematics. The lesson continued for two straight hours and Ashley felt like dying. That was how much she hated mathematics. "That's all for today. I want your assignment submitted tomorrow" She turned off the projector.

It was a portrait of our former manager who had passed away a few weeks earlier. Ethan Adams was a very nice man. He had always made sure we were doing fine, handing out off-days whenever it was needed. A few days before he passed, he had come to check on me. I was scheduling emails when a shadow fell across my desk. “Grace.” I looked up from my computer, eyebrows up on my forehead. Ethan Adams stood there, hands placed loosely in his pockets. He was always composed with a calm voice, steady presence, the kind of manager who never raised his tone but somehow kept everything under control. He had charisma.

Afterall, it’s not like we would meet again. That’s why I was stunned to see him here now. Good thing he had no idea this was my town. Murmuring to myself, I glanced around for Faith and Cassie only for my gaze to rest on Asher. The guy was indeed as gorgeous as they were saying. He looked super cool in his white turtle neck and a fanciful black waistcoat which he flew open. He let his hair fall over his face and he had on this dark shades. Well unfortunately, I think our eyes met.

He thought she would be frightened and unable to say much without her memory. Alpha Greg was escorted to a special seat prepared for him by Lance. He sat down and discussed some things with Lance. Ashley was left standing alone. The faces around looked strange to her. She could feel some piercing and penetrating gaze on her. It came from those men who couldn't take their eyes off her even when Lance was in the room but they dared not approach her. "I'm Daxon, one of the warriors you led and trained. It's nice to have you back, commander." One man walked up to Ashley and said.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

Jo said in disbelief. “Make no mistake,” Ash said, gritting his teeth, “Josiah Greenwood is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He goes around, parading himself as a messiah when in all actuality, he's a vile entity who puts money over people's lives and dignity.” “I believe you.” Jo said. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.” Ash said as he took their plates to the tiny sink, before returning to gently pull Jo up and lead her towards the bedroom.

Asg puts earbuds in and starts jogging around the city. At one point, while stopping to catch his breath, se nearly bumps into another jogger. "I am so sorry ma'am." "Don't be, I should've paid attention as well." Ash gets a good look at the woman and sees that he's heavily pregnant. The woman smiles. "I'm Sandra. You seem like you have someone in mind when you see this." he strokes her large baby belly. Ash nods. "My son, Leo." He's gotten into the habit of referring him Leo and he leave Bright behind as his own family when speaking to others who don't know.