Romans & histoires Ash Vs Volkner

I was already doing 70 mph when he ran straight into the path of the car, arms outstretched, trying to block my escape. I couldn't brake in time. The impact sent him flying. He hit the asphalt hard, blood pouring from his mouth. But he was still moving. A werewolf's damn healing ability. I got out of the car and walked toward him. Kaelen struggled to his feet, staggering toward the rejection papers that had scattered across the ground. Some of the pages were already stained with his blood. He picked them up, one by one, and then—he started shoving them into his mouth.

If we managed to live that long. ‘Oh, you’ll live that long. Not even death can keep you from me, not with how much trouble you’re in. You won’t make it far, Lola. The warriors are gaining on you, and they have instructions to stop the vehicle at any cost.’ Asher’s gristly voice circled my head, picking up on snippets of my thoughts, little fragments that managed to slip down the mind-link. ‘I highly doubt you’d mow them all down.’ The confidence in his voice and in the dry laugh he sent down the bond tinted my vision in an unsettling shade of red. It boiled the adrenaline in my veins and made my muscles go rigid with fury.

“You’re a comfort, Vincent.” The music swelled. Lila watched Asher Voss stumble through a waltz with Vera Blackthorn, the she-wolf’s crimson nails digging into his neck. “Bet they’ll name their firstborn ‘Obnoxious,’” Vincent muttered. Lila didn’t laugh. Asher moved like caged lightning, all coiled rage and sharp angles. She’d seen him once after a border skirmish, shirtless and bloodied, roaring at the moon—a primal thing that made her wolf stir uneasily.

"That's unreasonable! He can't kill people just for talking to a reporter and I am not even a reporter yet. I am a student." "Would be reporter then, it doesn't matter to him. The fact is you are trying to show his face to the world and Velenoso doesn't appreciate it." Asher shrugged before leaning back and chewing his bubble gum with a small smirk on his face. His eyes were drinking her beauty every second here and there. He even noticed the small details on her face. Her black cat like eyes with sharp nose and perfect full lips were enough to run the wild imaginations in his mind.

I'd already turned on the overhead light and opened my book. "Just fine," I answered. I smiled briefly at him, then turned my attention back to the medical book I am reading before attending the conference. I'm sort of shy anyway and that night I am depressed and frustrated about this cocky footballer and not really in the mood for conversation. My uncommunicative nature to strangers didn't deter him. Soon we were talking as if we were old friends. His name is Ashoton or is it Asher ? and he was a traveling representative for a big financial services company. He sold mutual funds and other investment

Vito had been standing with his back to the wall, arms crossed, five of his guards scattered around the room like furniture. Ash had been across from him, leaning against a pool table with that mischievous smirk plastered on his face… the one that made Vito want to either punch him or kiss him, and he wasn't sure which impulse was worse. "You think you can get a better deal elsewhere?" Ash asked, his voice all lazy confidence. "I know I can," Vito replied, keeping his tone flat.

The way Matteo kept reaching for his wine glass, swallowing more than usual, with his jaw tight. They were thinking, I could tell that much. I pressed my lips together and stared out the window, my reflection faintly staring back at me. Asher is insane. This is a lie. A strategy. Another twisted game. That man and his wife were poisonous snakes. I had learned that lesson the hard way. Vienna didn’t deceive alone—she destroyed with intention. And Asher? He wasn’t innocent either. He had never been. So why… why were my hands shaking?

The night's darkness and the absence of streetlights along the cliff's edge helped hide them, but still. "Shut up! Do it yourselves!" Asher snapped. Obrador, half-asleep, jolted awake. Val quickly grabbed his shoulder to keep him seated. "We're quiet. Chill." Val sighed. Working with Asher required patience. If he weren’t so brilliant, Val might have lost his temper every time they worked together. "Done!" Asher declared his completion, shutting down the laptop and exiting the vehicle. Val swiftly put on gloves, and Eren prepared a mini vacuum cleaner.

Lena stormed into her bedroom after another long day at the club, her heart hammering against her ribs. She had spent all night replaying the conversation with Vincent, trying to figure out how to convince Asher of the truth. Asher sat behind his average-sized steel desk situated by the left corner of the room, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His sharp brown eyes flickered to her, then back to the documents in front of him. He didn’t acknowledge her presence beyond that.

I feel my patience thinning talking to this mongrel. “I’m right here, Alpha Vincenzo. No need to attack my brother. He’s just getting a sense of what you’re all about. Name’s Asher,” A tall, lean, man, with fair skin, brown eyes, bright tattoos all over his body, and piercings in his ears, steps out of the trees next to Mr. Mullet. The most confusing aspect about this Alpha Asher is that his hair is pink- bright pink. “I have some questions,” Tobias puts his hand up in the air as he takes in Alpha Asher. I can tell from his tone and from spending the last couple weeks with him, that he is going to say something stupid. He has admitted to hating awkward silences.