Ash Vs Volkner Novels & Stories

Naomi straightened up, flicked her hair dramatically, and glared at the gangster with cold confidence. “There, Satisfied?” she asked the gangster with a frown on her face. The gangster blinked, clearly taken aback. He looked between Matteo and Naomi, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes before he sighed and muttered, “Tch… whatever My bad ” He turned around and walked off, grumbling something under his breath as he pushed past the curious onlookers. Matteo was still in the same position stunned and surprised. His mouth hung open slightly, his fingers gripping the IV pole tighter than ever. His brain was trying to reboot like a faulty computer.

The more people keep saying she's bound to die the more it Infuriated me. “ Monitor her closely. She works with Javan so there's bound to be an opening where he would try to get her again. When he does,track her down before she dies. If she makes it then it's a win if she doesn't,so be it as long as you get Javan.” I didn't say anything and just gave a half nod. Aslan doesn't care who he murdered as long as he gets what he wants. That's the major flaw he has as Don.

Inside the conference room, Grant gave Rowan unusually high praise. He said the CP videos of Rowan and Nina had gone viral, driving significant economic gains for the studio. After a brief pause, he added that there would be adjustments to team roles. Under his unsubtle gaze, and Rowan’s occasional provocative looks in my direction, a bad feeling crept up on me. Sure enough, Grant turned to me. "Ash, you have worked hard these past two years. So, to let you get some proper rest, we have decided that you don't need to keep grinding for matches for the time being.

Elvara. For a long moment, Asher just stood there. The entire room seemed to hold its breath. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them—like shadows carved from obsidian—and the air around him shifted, heavy enough to make the councilmen flinch. “Elvara,” he said at last, his voice low and tight. “You’re pushing me.” I folded my arms, refusing to step back. “I told you,” I said evenly. “I can do whatever I want.”

His eyes scanned the room once — windows, exits, me — before settling into a neutral, assessing calm. “Ms. Graves,” Tolliver said. “This is Asher Vance. Former close-protection specialist. He’ll be your primary from today.” Asher Vance nodded once, not offering a hand. “Ma’am.” The formality felt deliberate. I studied him openly. Most men in my orbit either stared too long or worked too hard not to stare at all. This one did neither. His gaze remained steady and professional, but there was something underneath it — a quiet, coiled awareness that made the air in the room feel tighter.

Then… Darkness swallowed the images again. He shook his head. “I…” “I’m sorry.” “I don’t remember.” ⸻ Alessio nodded. “I know.” He wasn’t disappointed. He wasn’t angry. Only patient. “As long as one of us remembers…” He whispered. “…our story isn’t over.” ⸻ Far beyond the cathedral… Asher Volkov’s convoy finally stopped beneath the mountain. Snow covered the winding road. His chief strategist hurried toward the vehicle.

Livia’s POV The map room at Hartwell Pack smelled of old parchment. Rain lashed against the high narrow windows, casting dark streaky shadows across the table where Beta Torin had laid out a rough charcoal sketch of the Capital’s lower level. Asher stood over the table, his arms crossed tight against his chest. He hadn't shaved in two days. The dark stubble along his jawline made him look hard, mean, and thoroughly dangerous. He smelled of pine, rain, and that heavy metallic heat that always rolled off him when his wolf was pacing under his skin.

Asher sighs before he says, "I wouldn't call him a good person. But he wouldn't do anything bad to you, I can promise you that. If you decide to agree to our plan, I believe he would be too interested in you to hurt you, if that would make you feel better. I feel my eyes narrow unintentionally. Interested in me? "How can you be so sure? Have you not seen Death's face when he was mentioned? Whoever he may be...no one has given me a very good explanation," I tell him, my tone more spiteful than anything. He's not the one I should be angry at. It's Aspen and the rest of them for dragging me here in the first place. "I can't explain what he is like. I don't think I would do you justice, since ev

Alan turned his head for a moment, his eyes narrowing. “Yes,” Asher said, eyes flicking between Alan and me. “I know who you are. Alan. I’ve heard about you, but never really got into wanting to know you....or to see your face. I know what you did for Alex Volkov. But I have to tell you, I’m surprised to find you here.” The place was silent. The tension hung in the air like a thick fog. But Asher looked calm, too calm, almost unnervingly relaxed as he continued, speaking with a serious, measured tone.

“Dragging me in here so no one sees what you are, Nolan? A tyrant? A butcher pretending to be king?” Nolan didn’t answer. He just stepped forward. Delgado understood. A predator smiled at another predator. “You want to finish this yourself.” Ashley felt Nolan’s hand brush her hip, a silent push to move back. Jax guided her further behind an old machinery. “Let him handle this,” he said. Delgado rolled his shoulders. “I always wondered how good the big bad Viper boss really was without his army,” he said, eyes lingering on Ashley. “And without his little trophy.”