Ash Ketchum Hair Novels & Stories

I was sold to a monster, who loved slim thin girls.My chubby body automatically made me the prey. Elena Sterling is a brilliant botanist but to the Silverton Empire, she is just collateral. She is forced into a brutal marriage contract with Julian Silverton, a Billionaire who doesn’t want her heart and treats her like a piece of trash lying waste and occupying space. When her fathers and Julian’s grandfather's work is reduced to ash, Julian grew unexplainable love for her not because she lost weight but because she holds the cure to the dark secret the Silvertons empire had ever held. How long does this love last? How long will this secret be kept covered? Would Elena find out? And would she stay after finding out?

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

In the second year of our marriage, which Brett Mason had secured through relentless means, he brought home his latest conquest—a stunning blonde. As the door swung shut, he ran his fingers through her silky hair, flashing me a smug, triumphant grin. "Wanna join us? You might learn a thing or two about not being such a dead fish." I could still recall how he once adored my hair, claiming that just stroking it would melt away his deepest worries. It turned out any woman could serve that purpose. In that instant, a profound sense of release washed over me. I retrieved the divorce agreement I'd stashed away in a drawer and handed it to him. "Sign it, and I'll make room for her." My days were numbered, and I had no intention of wasting what little time remained entangled in his resentment.

Bound by desire. Cursed by blood. Evelyn Cross was never meant to be a bride— only a pawn in her family’s alliance with the powerful Valehart clan. On the night before the wedding, the heir of the wolves, Lucien Valehart, was drugged. She was pushed into his room as the sacrifice. Under the silver moon, his instincts took control. He marked her. Bound her. And from that moment, neither of them could escape the pull of the mark— a bond of desire that chained their bodies, but not their hearts. To Lucien, she was a mistake he could never forgive. To Evelyn, he was the curse she could never forget. But when betrayal burns their world to ash, Evelyn wakes in another life— reborn before the night of the mark. This time, she won’t be the prey. She’ll own the wolf who tried to claim her.

Rori Lovell is a young woman accustomed to the sheltered life of privilege and private schools. On a night when Rori wants nothing more than to forget the world she lives in, her best friend Kristi accidentally introduces her to a whole new world filled with fantastic beings that should only live in story books. Even though the place Rori is thrust into is entirely new for her an old evil haunts her in these new surroundings, apparently Rori’s step father has been up to no good and it seems some very powerful people want to hold her responsible, Rori’s saving grace may just come in the form of a powerful shifter. What happens when a dragon takes the fragile gem that is Rori? Will he be able to treasurer her like the jewel she is,or will it all burn to ash?

The man in front of Emanuele is handsome: ebony-dark skin, shaved hair, shining eyes and big defined muscles. There is one thing wrong, however: a WOMAN is supposed to be answering the door. The beginning of this confusion, however, is just the tip of the iceberg: a fiery romance is about to emerge between them, as well as the obstacles.

Taking five deep breaths I slowly turn around to come face to face with a pair of dazzling green eyes boring into me and my heart skips a beat. "Mine." Mating between werewolves is natural but a werewolf mating with humans is a matter of war. So humans were given the chance to have the opportunity to mate with a werewolf only if they qualify in inducing feelings within the werewolf. That's what they call as 'The Marriage Trials' Hazel Barnard, a twenty year old orphan who lives under the shelter of her unkind Uncle, Aunt and a despising sister has never been able to get the attention of a wolf after she turned eighteen. But what happens when King Alpha Xavier Ash chooses her to be his marriage trial, only in the wake of rejecting her later… Will she be able to win his stone cold heart or become a slave to the rule of ruthless werewolves?

The adventure story of the apprentice wizard Eden Noldorasga and his friends of different magical races in the city of Asgaphra. One of his friends - werewolf hybrid Garuda - was accused of being the culprit behind a horrible plot to usurp the city and enslave the common people. He and the rest of the group must find a way to prove Garuda's innocent, stop the plot, and find out the real mastermind of these things.

“True love stories never have endings.” Dean said softly. “Richard Bach.” I nodded. “You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time.” He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. “And I held on to that every day since.”

In the fifth year of my marriage to Cyrus Shields, I fell ill. Sparing no cost, he said that he would find the most compatible donor for me. A week before the surgery, I was knocked out by medication. When I woke up, I touched my hair only to feel a smooth, bare scalp. Florence Grant stood there holding a pair of clippers, her eyes gleaming gleefully. She said, "Gayle, since you're about to have surgery anyway, I thought I'd help shave it off for you." But a bone marrow transplant never required shaving one's head. "Who told you you could do that? That was my hair!" I roared, trembling with rage. Cyrus pushed the door and entered at that moment, saying, "Florence is still young. She's just a little bit mischievous. Gayle, don't make such a huge fuss over it." He paused and looked at me with a complicated gaze before saying, "Besides, she's the one donating her bone marrow to you."