Ash Kash Feet Novels & Stories

Carlos, while maintaining his silence, exuded an aura that couldn't be ignored. Their journey ended at Adina's door. Asher rapped on it firmly, a pronounced knock driven by the cacophony emanating from inside the apartment. It wasn't long before the door swung open to reveal a man who appeared far from what Asher might have expected. He sported a laid-back attire, complete with a casual cruise shirt, matching shorts, and flip-flops. Notably, his toenails bore a shade of pink, an eccentric detail that Asher couldn't help but notice.

Akshara got her sight widened towards the friendship Dev and Ivan shared, “And, I promise that I won’t be the stopping wall between you and him.” “I know it; my eternal bliss may be his mate may bring us friendship to end.” Dev chuckled. Akshara stopped him, “Stop, no one is harming your friendship unless you both mess it.” Dev dropped her on the floor and Akshara was worried that she could stand the chillness. But she didn’t express it outside. Before her feet touched the ground, she found something in between her feet and the ground. She looked down at her feet and found she was wearing a shoe made of ice. When Dev passed her to Ivan, she thought, “What’re these, icy shoes for the icy floo

I mute the volume and stare at the flickering screen. Five minutes later, a knock sounds off at the door. I take my time to walk to it and open it with a smile. Instead of Leonard, it's Ash standing with a cocked brow. One ankle is crossed over the other while his hands are folded against his chest. He's wearing a plain tee and ripped jeans. All black.

How can one man affect so many people? Though I hate seeing Asher on edge, I also have to be thankful. It’s because of his frustration that Mila shows up today. She strides through the front doors of the mansion like it belongs to her. Her ever-present motorcycle jacket adds bulk to her upper body. It makes the silhouette of her trim waist and round hips more prominent in her tight, faded jeans. I marvel at how she moves silently in those boots. The tread on the heel has the ragged shape of alligator teeth. They look like they must weigh a few pounds each.

Robert barked. And suddenly Asher was shoved hard to the ground. His back hit the tiled floor and before he could struggle back up, a very hard boot slammed into his head and a white hot pain flashed behind his kids. He curled automatically, covering his head with his arms as kicks began raining down on him.

Hence, he slowly lifted his weary eyes— revealing his hawk-like, golden orbs, looking straight at her. "What is it with women of Southern Olf and her high heels?" Sashal flinched, and unconsciously she became conscious of her shoes. It was a talk that only both of them knew, as she had fallen on his chest in the Arena because of her high heels. Remembering that, Sashal's chest felt hot, but she tried to keep smiling. "Yes, this is one of our pride." “Even though it would be uncomfortable to use for a long time?”

Chapter: 15 ***** “Please, show me your..... your… cock.” He could barely get the words out. Slowly Asher unzipped his trousers. His dick practically sprang out. It was big, and getting bigger. He pulled on it lasciviously. God, it was bigger than Kaidën's, and he's always considered himself big, but looking at that monster now, Kaidën could have sworn he had almost forgotten just how huge that thing was until now. Asher even pulled his balls out too. They were shaved and they looked heavy, like they were full of load.

Like an expert, because he is used to massaging his mother's feet, so it's not something new for him. “You don't have to massage my feet, I'm totally fine,” Alisha tried to pull her feet back, but his grip tightened as he looked at her with lazy yet stern eyes. “Have to? What if I say I want to?” Alice looked at her with eyes that screamed how he just wanted her to stay still. “It’s not good, you are older than me, you don't have to do it, it's just disrespectful,” Alisha stated, stopping pulling her feet, not wanting to get them hurt due to his tight hold nearly stopping the blood supply, making it painful.

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

The doors close and I’m alone with Einstein and I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor and I cry without sound because I don’t want him to hear how scared I am. When the doors open again I stand up and walk through the lobby and people stare but I keep my eyes straight ahead and the duvet drags behind me like some broken wedding dress. Outside the air is cold and the sun is too bright and I realize I have no shoes and no money and no phone because everything is still up in room seven. But I keep walking anyway because standing still feels worse. I walk three blocks and my feet hurt and the blood has stopped but my head still hurts and Einstein has fallen asleep against my chest