Ash Vs Volkner Novels & Stories

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.

he asks, polite but cool. “Jonathan Vance,” the man replies. “And I make it my business to know everyone worth knowing.” Ash raises his glass in a mock-toast. “Then I do hope we’re not wasting your time.” Vance gives him a long look, then tips his head and moves off. I exhale shakily. “That was a test. Do you think you passed?” Ash pours himself more wine and winks at me saucily, “Obviously. I’m a great thespian and making up stories is my specialty.”

We passed a motel quite some distance below—the one where we will be spending the night. “He really doesn’t want to be disturbed, huh?” I said considering how high up in the mountains we were. “Carter Gray has done some real shitty stuff throughout his life including the unfair means he used to win the Cold War…he has a lot to repent about,” Asher said, wrapping a thick jacket around me and zipping it up to my neck. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then took my hand. “Watch your steps on the snow…” he muttered. “You wouldn’t want to trip,”

The Testimony of Ash A hush fell over the chamber as a figure was brought forward—Ash, a stable hand, still limping slightly, the left arm wrapped in stained bandages. He looked small and out of place in the vast hall, but the fire in his eyes burned bright. Vegas gestured sharply. "Speak." Ash swallowed, then forced the words out, voice rough with unease but determination. "I saw him. Xavier… He kissed the Luna. In the stables." A shocked murmur rippled through the crowd again. Vegas pressed. "Was it consensual?" Ash hesitated, eyes flickering toward the spectators. "She didn't stop him."

Elliot questions from behind Vladimir, towering above the two first venoms who part for him as he stands between them, and Shiloh chokes a laugh into my chest. I shake him off me, he looks down, without letting go. Elliot's eyes find me on my knees while adjusting himself away from the water on the doorway My hand on Shiloh freeze, body goes cold and my chest tighten- He's here. The three Venoms part and Asher steps forward. Both hands in his pockets. Practice jersey still on, slightly damp at the collar. His blonde hair lays flat on both sides of his head slightly damp. The cut on his lip from the locker room is now dark against his mouth, looking every bit storm and pressure.

He greeted. Brewster smiled back. He felt like the male lead wasn't arrogant, but remembering what Jim had told him earlier in the car about Artists knowing how to keep their real thoughts under a nice facade, he shook his head and sighed. The circle was truly messy. He couldn't even trust a smile... The other male lead also introduced himself as Dave while the second lead actor's name was Shawn. Shawn was Brewster's main partner in the drama... Yes, it was a boy-love drama.