Ash's Corner Novels & Stories

Clint Armstrong sucked in a deep, shaky breath and spat a wad of saliva and blood at my feet. Before Maya could snarl in outrage, Asher moved. Without an ounce of hesitation he turned crushed his knee into Clint’s nose. I remained stoic even though the sound of Clint’s nose shattering made me want to cringe. Even when fresh blood splattered across the tops of my white shoes, I remembered my title and who I was to these people.

It's not the one surrounding the pack. Ash stirs first and practically jumps up when he opens his eyes, popping his claw and immediately takes a fighting stance with such a menacing gaze. His eyes soften when he sees me, and he relaxes his muscles. Sophia and Celeste wake up next and soon we get tired of waiting for Corrin to wake. Ash kicks him and Corrin slowly but surely finds his way to his feet. “Where the fuck are we?” he asks. “Somewhere far from the Bloodfang pack” I answer.

Without even looking over my shoulder, I knew that Jared was grinning maliciously. “He hasn’t ordered them into your territory yet?” I asked curiously. I was surprised that he’d relented enough, although that was probably because Dwight knew what kind of Alpha Asha really was, and was trying not to be naive in underestimating him, that or he wasn’t completely sure about Ashas’ exact house. “No, I don’t think he’s gotten anything yet… besides I’d send his hounds back to him in pieces,” Asha said, baring his teeth. “Mutts who aren’t careful get their ears clipped for not listening to their master.”

OF: TAKE IT BACK AJ: STOP F*CKING YELLING OF: I WILL WHEN YOU APOLOGIZE AJ: I WON’T OF: I’LL BREAK YOUR DAM NOSE AGAIN AJ: HAHAHAHA, SURE, I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY GIANT DOG OF: I COULD EAT YOU AJ: I COULD SHOOT YOU?? OF: MOB BOSS ASH DO SOMETHING OF: AJ IS DISRESPECTING ME PJ: I passed by Ashy's bedroom, and he is busy laughing at the moment

she warns me as I wipe the back of my dirtied hand against my chin in a bid to catch the stray droplet of crimson racing down it. “I’ve got this,” I snap back as I think of my wolf’s earlier attitude, not entirely trusting of giving her complete control as I just about manage to miss a stray fist heading for my stomach. Ash halts his downpour of jabs as he lunges towards me with open hands; trying to take me down unsuccessfully when I jump out of the way in the very last moment, just about managing to escape his reckless path of annihilation. Spinning around to meet his reddening face as he lands on his knees, I find myself a moment too late when he jumps up and reaches out, clamping his lar

The fire cracked and settled between us, and somewhere beyond the shuttered window, faint but unmistakable, I heard the sound of a single horse stepping slowly and deliberately across the ruined courtyard stones, closer, this time, than any distance we could safely pretend was accidental. Ashwood moved first, snuffing the nearest candle with two fingers, plunging half the room into shadow with the same practiced ease of a man who had rehearsed exactly this moment more times than I wanted to imagine. "Stay back from the window, both of you. Whatever this is, I'd rather meet it on my own terms, in my own doorway, than let it choose the manner of this meeting for all three of us."

The key slipped, clanging on the floor, and she would’ve followed if Roman hadn’t grabbed her, his hands firm, warm against her shaking mess. “Breathe,” he said, low, insistent. “We’re still in it.” Then—clapping. Slow, loud, from the hall. A guy stepped in, tall, lean, framed by the dying lights. No mask, just a sharp face, a scar curling under one eye like a hook. His grin was all teeth, mean as hell. “Nice fight,” he said, voice slick with poison. “But you’re off the board, Sienna. That key is not going to be yours for long.”

Thorian admitted with disdain, his patience wearing thin as he watched Ashley's seemingly feeble demeanor crumble before him. Unable to bear the situation any longer, Ashley made a sudden dash for escape, but her attempt was abruptly halted as she collided with someone's chest. She stumbled, her elbow scraping against the ground painfully. "Hey, not so fast, pretty," one of the men who had been with James earlier emerged from the shadows, joining his cohorts to surround Thorian and Ashley. Ashley inched backward, her heart racing, while Thorian stood his ground, his unwavering presence unshaken by the intimidating gang, their disheveled hair and blood-stained attire hinting at their violent

“It’s Gray who plays softball, not you. You hated that thing, right?” Ash blinked, “I’m not Gray?” “No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “You don’t know who you are?” Ash furrowed his brows, deep in thought. Suddenly he grabbed a strand of hair that was hanging just above his face, “I am Groot!” “Right,” I say. Glancing at Red, I tip my head over to Ash. “Watch him, I’ll just talk to that solid block of ice over there.” Red nods, understanding. “You should, he’s out of it since a few hours ago. We were buying food and he kept bumping into shit.”

He wasn't stupid enough not to notice the obvious mind games being played but to create emphasis, he tightened his hold on the neck of Cole who suddenly turned red and wide eyed. " I am Asher Braxton. Do not underestimate me." He said to a struggling Cole and before some of his guards could intervene, he roughly lets go of him and stands erect. " Do have a great time celebrating tonight." He said monotone and with a lower voice he added, " might be your last." With that, Asher headed out of the area with Jason in tow. His jaws flexed in anger while he headed towards his office with purposeful strides. No doubt, he was raging.