Ash's Mom's Name Novels & Stories

Years later I tried searching his name on F******k, and nothing was there. His mom died last year. She was extremely mentally ill, and never seemed to get help. She would only come outside at night, and she would only walk to the store down the street and come right home. She never had any visitors, and when she died, there was only a handful of people at her funeral. Ash, being one of the people who decided not to go. Her cause of death was suicide, but of course, around town, there were speculations she was murdered. The rumors were cruel, and not needed. He still held a lazy smile on his face, "It's crazy seeing you again. I can't believe it's been so long."

He added and she nodded her head again. Back then when her parents were alive her mom would always discuss things like this with her, she’s the first child and they believed whoever is her mate would be their next alpha. It takes a lot having a female as a first child because one has to be sure that the man she brings home would be worthy of not only her but also the throne. Asher does not like the way she’s been silent on him and now he knows how much it hurts looking at her and how we've been doing to her all along.

He cried. "AJ honey, you can call me whatever you feel comfortable with. If you want me to be your mommy, then I am.” Ash explained. “Just because I'm not your birth mom, doesn't mean I love you any less. And it doesn't mean I can't be your mom now." Ash smiled. "Ok mommy." He smiled and minutes later it was forgotten. Rider hadn't called her since that first day. He had managed a few quick texts. A little after 4am, Ash was woken up.

he asks harshly, crouching down to look at Alex worriedly. “I want Mommy,” Alex sobs. Asher looks at me, then clears his throat, “Mommy is outside–” “No! I want my mommy! You said you’ll bring my mommy back if– “Alex,” Asher warns sternly, and Alex goes quiet. “Go out. Ariel is waiting,” he asserts, wiping Alex’s tears and pressing a kiss on his head before sending him away. Asher turns to me, and his eyes darken. I quickly attempt to move past him, but he blocks my way with his arm.

"Ash, who was that woman just now?" "A friend." Compared to her anger, my voice was unnervingly calm. Nina looked like she wanted to say more, but I closed my eyes and ignored her. A moment later, soft sobbing filled the hospital room. "Ash... do you really not want me anymore?"

My caller ID app revealed the name. Belinda Thorne. Wasn't she Asher’s mum? Or aunt, rather.

Just silence and the heavy weight of everything that had happened yesterday. She lay on her back, phone propped against her bent knees, scrolling through yet another list of names. Nightbane. The surname felt both familiar and foreign now. She had tried calling her mother at least a dozen times since waking, straight to voicemail every single time. No texts. No explanations. Just the echo of last night’s slammed door and the memory of Selene storming out after that vicious fight with Ronan.

Her head drooped in discomfort and wished to hide or run away. Moriom shook her head. "For goodness’ sake, you don't even know how attractive you are." The woman felt sorry for Asha for having no mother to guide her. Her Ma died when she was still ten years old and lived with a father who knew nothing about the ways to teach a budding daughter. "Just don't do that again. Okay?"

My phone was in my clasp in case Asher decided to call back. I had just opened the cupboard that had unhealthy snacks when my phone blared with my ringtone. Thinking it was Asher I didn't check to see the caller and answered it on the first ring. "Asher!" I breathed out. My heart pounded in my ribcage as I waited to hear his deep voice again. "Sorry wrong Grey, this is his mother." The woman on the phone sounded vile and my breath hitched when she informed me that she was Asher mom. How did she get my number and why is she calling?

Asher. She exhaled slowly, her lips curving into a tight smile. "Leave," she ordered Marcus in a low voice, gesturing for him to step out of the room. He obeyed quickly, slipping through the door as she answered the call. "Asher, darling," she said, her voice softening immediately. The sudden warmth replaced her earlier fury. "I wasn’t expecting to hear from you. Everything going well?" "Hey, Mum," Asher’s deep voice came through the line, sounding as calm and collected as ever. "Yeah, everything’s fine. Just finished up what I needed to take care of out here."