Ash Anderson Novels & Stories

"Give me the name, Randolph." Belishaw struggled to stay silent, but it was like trying to catch grains of sand. Sinclair sighed and lifted the scalpel. This time he didn't move out of anger. He flicked his wrist and sliced Belishaw's other cheek. A cry escaped his lips, but he did not let the name out. Sinclair set his weapon down. "I wonder if I need to bring additional motivation for you? Perhaps the human woman you've been seeing. Jodie Harkness? Would she loosen your tongue if I had her to play with?"

The follower count was sitting at a casual 104k. ​His profile grid was a clean, high-contrast mix of high-intensity action shots under stadium lights—muscles strained, sweat glistening on rich dark skin as he drove toward a hoop—and casual, effortlessly sharp off-duty fits in front of sleek cars or concrete campus backdrops. The bio was simple: Ashcroft Basketball. Sophomore. A lone basketball emoji next to a link for an upcoming college showcase page.

"It's a fueling/ storage station, there are millions of them across space. I nodded my head and was surprised by the transport landing inside of a very large ship. It was almost as large as the king's and I shook my head at Ashr. "How come I get the impression that you could have easily paid for my pet license?" He smirked slightly and pressed some more buttons, landing the craft perfectly inside. The door shut and locked. The protective cover slid away and Ashr looked at me and grinned. "My name is Ashr Aidan and I'm an artifacts collector, dealer and hunter. My wealth is beyond measure and I'm three hundred and twenty six years old," he said softly with a shrug of his shoulder. I raised m

Asher asks Anthony immediately to take his seat, CEO Of Pure And Dotless Asher Claw is placed on his table and his laptop with some files. “You did a fantastic job!” He said kiss his cheek and he cringed. “Gross!!” T.B.C

She has absolutely no problem spending her allowance to help others, too. “Your shirt,” replied her brother, Asher, with a sigh while rolling his eyes. Asher has blonde hair with green eyes and is his dad’s mini-me. He is going to be over six feet tall when he is done growing. He was wearing a simple pair of black basketball shorts and a green Minecraft shirt. He is the easiest to shop for on birthdays and holidays. Basketball, football, and Minecraft stuff. That’s all he wants. Like I said, easiest 14-year-old to shop for. Ever.

"So just die peacefully. Once you've turned to ash, I'll be Damien's one and only love." Then, I removed the SIM card from my phone and severed all contact through our blood vow. In the last twenty hours before I turned to ash, I had finally accomplished one remarkable thing. Now, I just wanted to walk the final stretch of my path in peace. The sky had completely darkened, and the neon lights outside the motel flickered with a harsh glare. I dragged my weak body out of the room and headed toward the old antique district on the edge of the city. It was the only place in this world that might still accept me.

And the view inside was even more breathtaking. Alessandro was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. He was in the middle of a set of pull-ups, his back to me, and the sight made the air leave my lungs in a silent rush. His back was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle, every sinew and plane defined and powerful. The faint, silvery scars that mapped his skin seemed to make him more beautiful, not less. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his tanned skin, catching the morning light. As he moved, his muscles contracted and released in a display of raw, controlled power that was utterly mesmerizing.

Now, she stood before a room full of entrepreneurs, visionaries, and leaders who recognized her remarkable achievements in just a few short months. Mr. Anderson, the head of Entrepreneurs International, approached the podium with a gleaming crown in his hands. The crowd fell silent as he spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, what we have witnessed today is nothing short of extraordinary. Abigail James has not only taken on the reins of her late husband's businesses but has also transformed them into models of growth, innovation, and success. Her wisdom, resilience, and ability to inspire are unparalleled." The room nodded in agreement, acknowledging the truth in Mr. Anderson's words. Abigail had bec

Andy clarified angrily. Ash let out a bitter laugh and he withdrew his hands from Ava’s to stand up to his feet. “In the end, it's those two you want right?.” He questioned, referring to Noah and Xena. Their present denial of him was a huge blow to Ash’s ego. He had been prepared to do anything for them. He had been ready to get rid of the children who had replaced him in their life, he had been ready to kill Noah and Xena Sanchez to have his parents back.

I chuckled breathlessly, blinking back the emotion that prickled behind my eyes. “Now, I’d definitely puke on everyone.” She grinned, making it nearly impossible to remain nervous and fearful. “Would you mind if I borrowed our Luna?” Asher’s gravelly voice slid up my spine, wrapping around my neck as it filtered through my ears. I turned and tried not to lose my breath entirely. His usually messy hair was styled, paired perfectly with the button-down shirt and slacks he wore. The dark colored clothing made the unusual shade of gold in his eyes stand out, swirling and churning with the darkness in them.