Ash's Corner Novels & Stories

He looked away fast, that’s how it had to be. Ash appeared from the shadow of the hall. She leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “Morning,” she said, voice sweet but cold. “Morning,” I said, not stopping. “You’re getting too comfortable,” she warned. “I’m not comfortable,” I said. “I’m alive. That’s enough.” “You don’t belong here,” she said. “Neither do you,” I shot back. Her lips tightened. She took a step closer. “You think Sinclair protects you because he has no choice. You’re wrong.”

"That tramp was the one who got into my way, if it weren't for her I would be by his side, me, Linda, it's supposed to be me, not that wench, everything she has originally belonged to me, everything, his love, his every d*mn possession!" "Yes, I caught it!" Ash whispers as he stops his broadcast, signaling for us to leave. "Let's leavfast Neo," he says, giving me a hand so I can get up. Suddenly, Ash flinches, cold sweat dripping all over his face as he is unwilling to turn around, but I can see what's behind him. That huge figure behind him. "Ah ha, so we have a little company in our midst!" She says with a big warm smile that spells trouble.

I finished as the doors opened. "There's our fearless leader. What are we up against?" Asher asked. He was playing with some kind of machine, like always. His fingernails browned from grease, with a matching smear down his cheek. His butterscotch eyes alight with a child's joy and an adolescent's irreverence.

Asha pulled away and blew air out of her mouth while she glared at Young. “Go kick rocks asshole. You’re not entitled to my body or it’s pleasure just cause you popped up from the grave.” He clapped his hands together and smiled with a sinful glee. “There she is! I thought she’d been killed off from dealing with the dusty ass niggas you’ve been entertaining in my absence.” Asha scoffed and rolled her eyes, again. “Whatever.”

Luna had just sat down briefly before getting up to wash her hands. As she walked along the corridor, she was so captivated by the view of the ocean that she stopped in her tracks. The vast, boundless sea, accompanied by a chilly breeze… She loved how all this felt. While Luna was lost in the beauty of the scenery, a shadowy figure in black suddenly approached her. The man placed both hands on Luna's shoulders and gave a forceful shove. As Luna lost her balance, she instinctively tried to grab the railing. However, the man reacted swiftly and pushed her again.

His advance was swift, with an underlying tension brewing in the room. Unfazed by the escalating tension, Asher reiterated his audacious revelation, his words laden with the weight of indisputable truth. "I said I had intimate relations with your girlfriend," he declared once more, meeting Ruan's gaze with an unsettling calmness. The intensity of Ruan's reaction took Asher by surprise. Without warning, a powerful punch landed squarely on Asher's jaw, the impact causing his head to snap back, a sharp jolt of pain coursing through him. It was a blow that stung, aching like a stubborn bruise that would undoubtedly make its presence known. Asher collected himself, raising his hand to signal Carl

“Clearly you didn’t satisfy him, because he woke in my bed this morning.” My temples throb. I turn to Ash, who’s watching the brawl with mild disbelief, arms crossed over his bare chest. “I don’t suppose you’d like to explain?” I ask, my voice deadly calm. Ash tilts his head, considering. Then he offers a half-smile, all charm and absolutely no remorse. “Ladies, I never made any promises. I’m happy to spend time with both of you to make up for this little misunderstanding. I’m halfway undressed already if you’d like to join me right away.”

“I saw your girlfriend hit her several times." “She is not my girlfriend." Asher corrected bitterly, then took a step forward to Corn, placing a hand across my shoulder with a smirk. "Grace is my girl.” No way this was happening. This has to be my imagination. Not my dream coming to reality again.

Chests heaving and heavy breathing, his eyes daring me not to give in and my eyes probably telling him to do his worst, one of his hands reached under my knee and the other went under my thigh, cupping them and forcefully pulling me against him to feel… him. My lips parted, and I let it out, my back arched deeper than I thought was humanly possible and if I didn’t know any better I’d think it wasn’t me, but I knew it was as I watched the smile that grew wider on his lips as he watched my eyes flutter open and close. He bent, burying his head in the crook of my neck, and mumbled against my skin. “I win” “Jerk” “Mummy?” A voice said. I stilled, Asher stood straight as we stared at each other.

What Asher was doing there? "Asher," she murmured, still in disbelief. "Yes. Just get down here, please," the girl urged. Serena hung up and hurried out towards the clinic. Her heart sank deeper when she failed to notice Asher's car in the parking. He was definitely there. Warmth engulfed her from all sides the moment she stepped into her clinic. Her ears picked up on the muffled violent noises coming from the other end of the corridor. She felt a heavy weight accumulating in her guts. Her walk sped into a sprint as she made her way toward Harrison's clinic. She opened the door and froze at the sight. Harrison was lying on the floor, gasping for air whereas Asher towered over his fallen figu