Ash Ketchum Novels & Stories

Yes, women drooled over Mark, but seeing that it was impossible to take him to bed, there was always Chris with his almost six feet tall and very muscular body. As a man sure of his sexuality, I could tell that Royce was a very good looking man; I mean, the man looked tough and his features were rough and dark, his nose bent painfully from the kidnapping years ago, but putting his green eyes and black hair together, I suppose they made him exotic for the females eyes. But after that event, Chris became even more withdrawn and all he did was work and exercise, so we didn't see him much anymore. On my phone his number was stored under the name The Hermit, because, well, that word described him

Just like Lazarus and Hajime, Haru and Azazel, Cedric and Asahi, Lorenzo and Leo. --END OF FLASHBACKS--

He was the type of person to punch you in the face for being into anything other than drinking and fucking around. But Asher just held his gaze, showing the patience and true curiosity in his. And Zane, fucking idiot that he was, found himself caving. He started to explain the concept of pokemons, very hesitantly at first, but the more Asher leaned forward and asked questions, the more his voice deepened into excitement. His hands move, flipping the cards over as he pointed things out. Zane didn't even notice how much he was rambling until his throat felt dry and he finally grew quiet.

The floors were white marble, too clean for my shoes that had just been from the Bronx. “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Markos Petrakis,” I said to the receptionist when I got there. The receptionist eyed me up and down before giving me a questioning look. You could tell she didn’t believe me. “What’s your name?” “Hazel Thompson.” She clicked a few times on the computer before smiling and getting up. “Derek, the manager, is waiting for you in his office. That is who you will be seeing about your employment.” She said as she gestured at a door on her right.

We have been after them for a whole month and they think yelling and stubbornness is going to save them? I moved closer to Ashely’s cell gate, standing in front of it. “You want to know who I am? Well, let me introduce myself. I am Kilhan, the son of Late Alpha Elsher, whom you had an affair with.” Saying this, I saw her eyes slowly widen in shock. Her hands fell from the gate and she took two steps backwards. “Yeah. I knew that name would ring a bell. And I want to believe you know why you are here.” I added.

I looked at my attack hitting Arceus, Uxie, Mesprit & Azelf. After the attack Arceus survived while Uxie, Azelf & Mesprit AKA the Lake Guardians weren’t so lucky. I turned to see the missing children and Charlotte “Great Uncle are you okay?” Cassidy asked with worry. “I am Cassidy this is my Ragification’s Calm Tone form” I said, Cassidy put her hand on my hand and felt a calm but a rageful defensive presence. Cassidy was smiling “I knew my powers did the trick” she said. Arceus was baffled…”wait I’m the only pokemon that does judgement and that’s it but this inkling did an enhanced version of Judgement called Full Absolute Judgement” then she had a flashback.

he kept panting and kept thinking of how he would explain all this to Harmony. When Harmony opened her eyes…she looked as if she was lost but then she saw him… “Oh my God! Oh my God! Ichab! You did it! You brought us back…” Ichabod frowned, “Harmony, I’m sorry, I really wish I know how to explain and…” “Who are you calling Harmony? It is I, Dennis! I am back!” ** I

I said and we left for the the kitchen. I grabbed two mugs and started the coffee machine. "So Ash... Tell me about yourself" I asked and he raised his eyebrow in question "I mean you know the general things about me but I don't know anything about you" I said and he nodded "Okay. My name is Ashton Anderson Ketchum. I was born in Dublin in Ireland. I have a brother, Jack, he's older than me by 6 years. And that's about it I guess" I nodded.

Serena tried to cry out, but her voice caught in her throat. She looked up just in time to see a masked man approaching. His scent was unfamiliar—neutral, like he’d masked it on purpose. His steps were fast, silent, efficient. A dagger gleamed at his waist, but he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he raised something small—a dark crystal embedded in a charm—and held it before her face.

Jericho sighed timidly, "He's a PI by the name of Luther Gold. He retired from the force about ten years ago and mostly investigates cases of cheating spouses, maybe the odd find my missing child. Nothing like what he's doing now." "So why is he following us?" I asked the question more to myself than anything else. Jericho pulled up more information on another screen that I didn't bother reading through it because I knew he would explain, "He and Mark Chambers just so happen to he friends. Fishing buddies," a picture popped up of two men standing together while holding up a disgustingly massive fish, "tennis buddies," another image of the two playing tennis popped up, "and I think fuck buddi