Ash Vs Volkner Novels & Stories

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

Something strong enough to drown the ache and the self-loathing that kept whispering I should have known better. I pulled into the underground garage of my favorite club downtown. The place stayed dim even in daylight, all black leather booths and low blue lighting. I claimed a corner table, ordered a double whiskey neat, and fired off a quick text to Connor, the one guy who had helped me get Lila that job at the firm. He showed up twenty minutes later, sliding into the seat across from me with a raised brow. “Damn, you look like hot mess,” he said, eyeing the empty glass I already had in front of me.

But none of that matters. She is mine. And that means I will stand between her and the world until my heart stops beating. “Alpha Varkas… help us.” The kneeling wolf’s voice is rough, the words dragging through his throat like he hasn’t spoken freely in years. I study him carefully. He’s younger than me. Early thirties, maybe. Scars cut across the side of his face and disappear beneath the collar around his neck, pale lines that look far too clean to be the result of natural battles.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

At this point in my life, surviving Dax’s sex drive alone deserved military recognition and psychological compensation! The man in the wheelchair groaned, rubbing his temple like he had a headache coming on. “You know what... go back to your room, Asher. Or I’ll have you locked up again.” Asher rolled his eyes dramatically. “I wasn’t doing anything.” “You were five seconds away from sniffing her like cocaine.” “That’s slander.” “It’s accurate.” Asher looked toward me again with absolutely no shame whatsoever, the lust in his eyes literally evident “I just wanted her close,” he muttered. “I wasn’t going to fuck her.”

Volk’s men reassured the people that they were fixing something, meanwhile they were buying time. Volk was waiting for the go ahead from his men from the light funnel. He looked to his left and he could spot his men and whenhe turned to the right, get saw Ashina and Lowell. It were together. Volk was alarmed. He was scared that they could be seen together and also known. Owing to the history Ashina has with Klaus and his pack. He tried to look at them in such a way, they would behave but they just weren’t looking at him.

so rosy from her anger, her entire face is almost red. “What?” “You say you’re done, Nora. Are you really? Or will this be an episode of you saying one thing, and not meaning it…..will you run back to him once he comes crawling? Because he might just do something he’s never done before to get your attention.” Asher is most volatile when he doesn’t get his way. He;d lie, steal, break, put together… he’d do anything. And he’d make sure I was the villain in the process. Until he absolves himself of the catastrophe that would break out after he does the most ridiculous things, I had to suffer the judgment of everyone else.

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

He walked closer to vane with a dark smile on his face. “I have grown immune to your fires,” Asher boasted. “What did not kill me the first time, will not even hurt me the second time.” Vane lunged at Asher but he was smacked away effortlessly. I was amazed at how easily Asher dealt with the flamed-upVane. As Vane charged again, Asher grabbed his right arm and yanked it away from his body. A loud howl of pain emitted from Vane’s fiery lung as Asher threw his arm away like it was a piece of trash.

:D - Ashe Alberts