Ash Dawn And Brock Novels & Stories

"Shall we?" I dauntlessly nodded at him. Namir positioned himself on the door as well. They looked at each other and gave a cue to kick the door open. The door smashed open, surprising the folks having fun in the kitchen. I didn't waste my time and released the arrows towards the three men at the table. Namir and Caius swiftly captured their targets and slit their necks. I was worried the blades would still injure them but gladly it didn't cause any scratches to the victims. They just fell on the floor and started convulsing. The dark smoke filled the room making it hard for me to see my last target. Before I knew it, the man sitting near the door was now in front of me, holding a blazing fi

Charlotte's mouth dropped at the mention of her brothers. "Oh yes. I know who you are," Drakor replied. "I found great joy in turning the Brotherhood against the Barinovs. If they aren't already killing each other, they soon will be. Your death will be made to appear like the other side was responsible. Blood calls out for blood, and when it is over, I will finish off whoever is still alive. But your drug intrigues me, so we will chat a little longer." Shit Charlotte's heart skipped a few heartbeats, the rush of terror hitting her anew.

Trying to ease the tension, Andres suggested, "How about we have an artist paint a portrait of us tomorrow? Once it's done, we can take a photo with it and place it at your mother's grave to give her peace of mind." Camellia wanted to refuse, but Andres was insistent, so she reluctantly agreed. The next morning at ten, the artist he had arranged for arrived. "Nice to meet you, Cam. I'm Valentina Dawson, Andres'… junior." Seeing Valentina, Andres' face betrayed a flicker of unease. Clearly, she was not the artist he had called. "Mr. Wilson had something come up, so I'm filling in for him," Valentina explained, her gaze sweeping over Camellia with a faint, inscrutable smile.

He bowed slightly. "Vice President Mo" One of the directors skeptically glanced at Mo Zihan, "Are you talking about the DX brand launch, our collaboration project with Mo Empires?" The rest of the directors turned to look at the man. The only recent project that required models for photoshoot was that of the brand launch. The project left a deep impression on them due to the involvement of Mo Empires. The collaboration of two multinational companies like Mo Empires and Ash Corporations was something completely out of their expectation.

“Pack business ends at the gate. You crossed into mine.” Kieran’s stare sharpened. “Who are you to claim territory?” Dax exhaled once, slow, as if choosing whether to spill blood or history. “Dax Ashthorne,” he said. The name hit Kieran like a blow. His face drained. “That’s impossible.” “You tell stories to your pups,” Dax replied. “So they don’t ask why your elders burned a rogue line to the root.” I blinked, heat rising under my skin. “Burned?”

She walked away without answering, his words echoing in her heart. Dawn brought a messenger from the south. Ethan and Greer had returned. Aria met them at the perimeter, her heart pounding with anticipation. They looked tired, worn, but alive. Greer carried a bound sheaf of papers, her expression grim. What did you find? Aria asked. Ethan stepped forward. The Dawn Coalition is solid. Alpha Marcus sends his regards and offers whatever aid he can provide. His packs will stand with us against the Shadow Guard. Good news, finally. And the Mountain Compact?

Just as she had expected, in the hotel's garden, she found Joshua kissing Cecilia. The fireworks burst across the night sky, dazzling and brilliant, bathing the two of them in shimmering light. Standing beside them, Max looked up with a face full of happiness. The three of them looked like a warm, loving family. Sheila remained quietly in the shadows, watching from a distance. It was as though her heart had already been corroded beyond repair. She did not even feel pain anymore. After returning home, Sheila washed up and went to bed early. Joshua had drunk quite a bit at the banquet and fell asleep even faster than she did.

Therefore, now that she had not just wrapped her arms around Zayn’ but also inched so close to him and even leaned in to kiss Zayn on the cheek, she immediately drew all of the men’s envy and jealousy, making Zayn their common enemy instantly. This was especially true for the man that stood before them, Brock Ashton, whose face instantly became extremely dark and ugly. Furthermore, his lips uncontrollably twitched a few times. He had come to know Alexandra after being introduced to her by one of his friends. Because he was invited under the pretense that it was going to be a blind date, Brock was rather unwilling to participate in the beginning. After all, he was a legitimately successful ma

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

Asher Two days had passed since Brooke's first attempt at taking Malia's life. The camp was shrouded in an unsettling silence, the air heavy with foreboding, and even the wind seemed reluctant to stir. I stood before the growing crowd, my arms crossed as I scanned the faces before me—wolves, Lycans, and hybrids alike. Allies on paper, maybe, but united in spirit? Not even close.