Ash Vs Volkner Novels & Stories

He needed to remind Nolan that he was Asher’s assistant, though the lines between assistant and friend blurred as the day passed by a d as they got to know each other more closely. Asher gave a slow exhale through his nose. “That so?” Nolan laughed. “He’s got that same ‘I hate everything and everyone’ vibe you have going on.” He smirked. “Except, you know, he’s still a kid, so it’s almost cute. Almost.” Asher exhaled through his nose. He wasn’t surprised, but hearing it out loud did something strange to him.

A faint smile curved her lips, but there was nothing warm in it. Ashleigh Dana sat beside Voss, her hair shifting in soft ripples of color I couldn’t read yet, pale gold at the roots, bleeding into streaks of copper and violet. Her attention was fixed on me, a quiet alertness beneath her otherwise casual posture. Of all of them, she felt the least threatening, though I knew she could be the most unpredictable.

"I guess you are the only girl who says the meanest things to me. I know you don't mean it though." "How would you know when you’re too absorbed in yourself to notice anything else?" I fired. "By the way, I thought you were going to talk about your DAMAGED DEVICES. And I remember asking you to take a step back. I'm not one of those girls who cringes to have a taste of you all because you stand next to them and..." I was forced to halt because Asher suddenly leaned in pretty closer this time that his lip was barely an inch away from mine. I had to hold my breath because I feared that if I tried to breathe, our lips would meet. I couldn't talk either, nor push him back. The air was so charged

I said. Nylah made a quick call. Less than thirty minutes later, Toni Torres strode into the room like he owned it. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair tousled, eyes sharp with ambition. He looked me over appreciatively before settling into the chair across from us. “Callie Voss,” he said, voice smooth and mocking. “I heard you had quite the spectacular fall from grace at the cathedral. How the mighty have fallen.” I smiled coldly. “And I heard you’ve been looking for a way to destroy Asher for years. Perhaps we can help each other.”

“Please. Just hear me out. I know about Voss. I know he’s dangerous. The children… they could be mine. We could be a family again. I’m close. I’ve found leads on your location. Let me see you. Let me see them.” Her hand shook. “Asher, stop. It’s not that simple.” “I won’t stop. I love you. I never stopped.” The call ended when Alvin walked into the room. He took the phone from her, expression thunderous. “He’s getting bolder,” Chloe whispered. Alvin pulled her close, but his body was rigid with tension. “The company threat is over. Kane is finished. But Asher… he’s becoming the new storm.” That night, as they lay in bed, the weight of growing external pressure settled over them. Victor Kane

“This is Ash. Boss Alessandro’s men captured him during their trip in Alaska about six months ago as per the Boss’ order.” “Is he dead? Did they kill him?” I ask. My questions nip my throat, evoking shakiness in my voice. “He is dead.” Dr. Gustavo’s answer is calm and proud, provoking anger to ferment in my blood. But the goofy scientist doesn’t stop there. He continues to brag how and why the wolf is now dead. “Ash was so wild and strong that Clonazepam or a bullet wound couldn’t tame him, so Boss Alessandro’s men had to shoot him to death when he’s brought to this laboratory.”

The day’s public humiliation and the lingering heat under my bindings had left me frayed. The door at the far end of the long aisle opened. Ashford did not bother with quiet. He walked the length of the shelves like he owned the air between them, sandy hair still disordered from whatever evening he had left, hazel eyes already bright with the particular amusement he reserved for me. He stopped a few paces away, looked at the open ledgers, and laughed under his breath. “Still playing at usefulness, spare? Most people would take public humiliation as a sign to stay in their rooms and stop embarrassing the bloodline. You just find a darker corner to do it in.”

And now I knew she was alive. Or at least, she had been. Her name was Dahlia Renner. She was somewhere in Ashford Hollow. “She’s alive.” The words came out barely above a whisper. I looked at Teo. “She’s alive. Ashford Hollow. My father knew where she was all this time.” Teo went still. “Ashford Hollow,” he repeated. He said it slowly, as if the name itself meant something. “Elias, listen to me.” I waited. “If your father wrote that name down nineteen years ago and never went after her himself, there was a reason. It wasn’t only because he was afraid of leading someone to her.”

“I meant no offense. It was just talk.” “Did you forget what I told you last night about not harming her?” Niro and Kostya share a wary look. “You swore you’d break every bone in our hands, Asher Volkov,” Kostya says. “I didn’t touch her. I didn’t!” Niro insists. “Kostya was the one who felt her up!” “Svoloch,” the other man growls. “It was an accident!” He appeals to me with wide eyes and a nervous smile. “Asher Volkov, I didn’t hurt her. I only did as you ordered.”

He was also in the werewolf council. "Found something interesting?" Asher’s deep, smooth voice echoed through the quiet library. Startled, Olivia immediately shut the heavy book, her heart skipping a beat as she looked up to find Asher standing in the doorway, his arms casually crossed over his chest. His expression was one of amusement; his lips curled into a faint smile. "Oh, it’s nothing," Olivia replied quickly, trying to steady her breath. She placed the book back on the shelf with deliberate care, hoping he wouldn’t press her further. "I was just... curious about your family."