Romans & histoires Ash's Corner

AKISHA'S SHORT POV I will give you a hint of who I really am, but I won't make it easy for all of you. I will confuse your brains until you go insane. Soon... The time for me to reveal who I really am is coming closer. They will soon see the true definition of a demon. I just smiled as I looked at Ash, together with his friends in the distance, with a trace of surprise and shock on their faces. ASH'S POV

Open it Me: Ashley, this corner has become mine. I needed to install my tools for my job Ashley: what job? Your stupid things that you do? Anything . Who gave you the right to use my father's studio? Me: well it's you, you asked me to move everywhere that it's not your problem Ashley: I .. Me: shhh, that's no use. This studio belongs to me now. I'm going to make a little corner of the cinema out of it. It will be great

"I suppose I could." "Excellent. My car is just here." Sinclair waved at the black sedan parked along the street. The lights turned on, momentarily blinding Belishaw. He raised a hand to shield his eyes as Sinclair stepped out of the way to allow him to climb inside. He was halfway in when he was suddenly shoved from behind. He collapsed onto the seat, and something sharp jabbed into the side of his neck. The beast inside him, the one that always surged to the surface when his life was threatened, now sank deep into a dark abyss beyond his reach. The cool leather seat pressed against his cheek, and it was the only relief he felt as a flood of heat surged within his body.

My magic was still humming beneath my skin, but the cool night air from the stairwell at least seemed to take the edge off. The cafeteria was mostly empty when I entered, with only a few lingering in the seats with late cups of tea or the last of dessert. In one of the corner tables, Ashleigh Dana sat alone, her hair silver that seemed almost luminous in the dim light, with faint streaks of amethyst swirling through. It caught the light like moonstone. She was nursing a mug of tea, tendrils of steam lazily curling up toward the ceiling. Her eyes flicked to me the second I stepped through the doors, a gleam of recognition in them. She raised one brow in invitation.

Silence returned as bodies fell, whispers of death leaving no mark on her composure. The corridors twisted. Smoke swirled around shattered windows. Bianca moved silently, each footfall deliberate. Ahead, the massive iron doors of Ash’s private chamber loomed like the maw of a beast. The daughter awaited inside, and Bianca could feel it every pulse of the fortress mirrored Ash’s heartbeat. She pressed her hand to the door, feeling the vibrations of movement beyond. A single breath, a pause… and then: the door flung open. Ash stood there, copper hair glowing like molten metal, eyes reflecting every flicker of flame in the room. Her gown clung like liquid shadow, her posture a challenge, a decl

I let out a low laugh, yeah I would find that annoying too. Ash stops suddenly at the corner before his street. “Are you ready to see everyone?” he asks softly. I nod my head, theres no better time them now. Ash looks relieved and filled with hope. He turns readying himself to walk around the corner, I see him lift his head, and stand up straighter. Like the chat we have had has cleansed him of his past burdens and now he has been reborn. With one final look at me he walks around the corner and I follow.

"Don't celebrate victory just yet my Prince! Not because you killed my army means you could kill me!" In the corner of my eyes, I saw Ashley making a turn for the door to get out of the room. But he saw it too and his next move is to jump and get her. I wasted no time in stopping him and leaped after him in the air taking him before he could touch her.

“Okay, fine. A little.” Just then, another voice chimed in. “So, tell me, Shane…” We all turned. Asher stepped out from a corner like he had been waiting there the whole time with a smirk on his face. “How did that feel?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “How…How long have you been standing there?” Asher grinned and gave a dramatic wink. “Long enough.” He replied, trying to sound cryptic. Then he turned to Shane. “So… how awesome did you feel?”

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

“The real Asher doesn’t exist anymore. The only woman I care about is Aaliyah, not this pathetic—” “You’re being an idiot!” Corey snapped, cutting him off. “Aaliyah’s manipulating you, and you’re too blind to see it! You’re her puppet, Asher!” At the mention of Aaliyah, Asher’s entire demeanor shifted. His body coiled, and before I could even react, he lunged at Corey. The sound of the first punch echoed in the night, followed quickly by another. Asher’s fists flew with brutal precision, each strike landing with bone-crunching force.