Ash Williams Novels & Stories

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

Clad in a plain black shirt as he walks through the door way. I walk to the dj set, and ask him to turn it doesn't. He does as I grab the mic and tap on it before speaking into it, catching everyone attention. “Hello~ lovely ladies and gentlemen” I catch a glimpse of Zion moving along with the crowd. “I know you are enjoying but do you know what's this bash for?” I ask, eyeing Zion who finally makes it in the front. “Tonight's Bash is for my amazing brother Zion” I drag the word ‘amazing’ in a slow silly way before adding,

Ashley and Marcellus had their hands interlocked, giving people the idea that the rumors about them not being at peace with each other was just a lie. If only they knew the reason Ashley still had her hand in Marcellus' grip was because he refused to let go. "This is a party, Ashley Elsher and you are expected to turn up in formal wear." The same person who interrupted Carlos said, and walked out of the crowd. Ashley pretended to gasp out in surprise when she saw Willow. "Oh my goodness! Look who we have here, it's Willow Baker! Don't worry, you can keep the surname, I like Elsher more."

Olivia: React like that when someone you know gets hurt Ash: I'm a fairly simple and vindictive man when it comes to this Ash: Perhaps a little stupid too Ash: If someone in my entourage is hurt, I'll do the same to those who laid their hands on them Ash: Although slightly more painful Olivia: Wait Olivia: Did you beat up my neighbors?? Ash: I didn't Olivia: Ohh Ash: Walter and Adam did Olivia: That's Olivia: What the f*ck Ash: I won't apologize if that steps out of the line because I don't feel an ounce of remorse for having ordered that Ash: And they only got a broken nose and some twisted fingers Ash: Although Henry may have gotten it a little worse since he especially annoyed me Ash: Bu

He sat on his throne demanding for her to increase the volume of her voice. “Ashley Williams. I was born in Australia. I am half Australian and half American, actually, from South America. I just turned twenty-Two, last two months, and I work part-time. What else do you need to know?” “Um, not bad at all but damn, twenty-two and you are still a fucking virgin? Quite cooperative though. What were you doing with those gangs this late at night? Why did they want you so badly?” Nathan came to the real interrogation, why she was being chased by those men?

It was none other than my former best friend Ash Williams! “Are we going to stare at each other or do you want to come in?” he asked before widening the space on the door. I shook my head before stepping inside. Four other men were revealed to my sight namely, Warrior Jared, Trackers Oscar and Simon, and the previous Delta Ian Clay. They were all darting their gaze at me wearing serious faces.

She turned around and leaned against the vanity. "I haven't even started doing unfair things yet." "Looking like a goddamn goddess and you expect me to keep my calm." He easily lifted her up and placed her on the vanity. She spread her legs, letting him stand between them. The slit in her dress exposed her thigh for him. "Congratulations on killing my 43 men." He chuckled at her taunt. "Just like you killed my 40. I returned with interest." She admired how deadly gorgeous he looked. "Fair enough!"

Damien promised. "How long?" Carolynn demanded, but the Mayor said nothing. # Across the acres of land, beneath the illumination of the silver ball above, which carelessly crept it's way across the cloudy skies, Alpha Asher was being stirred from his sleep as a string of loud and urgent knocks sounded from his door. Rubbing his eyes, the Alpha dragged his figure out of bed. He was wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. When Asher pulled the door open, he wasn't expecting for George and Jamie to barge in as if they owned the deed to his mansion.

He itched to approach the two men, but he hesitated as he couldn't find the right moment. William Sr. squinted and added another jab. "If it weren't for these evil people, how are we supposed to make our money?" William Jr. nodded, chuckling coldly. "The more of them, the better. A few more jobs like this, and we can call it quits." At that moment, Hunter couldn't sit still any longer. He got up and walked over to their table, sitting down with a friendly smile. "Gentlemen, this meal is on me. I'd like to ask for your help with something."

I trail off, unsure of the words I am looking for. “Ash,” his tone is thoughtful but well-meaning as I make eye contact with him. “You’re going to have this one day. I’m serious. Look, you know that you’re young and that there’s so much time left for you! You know what you have to do. Just stay away from other influencers or those crazy WAGS.” “The hell is a WAGS?” “Did no one teach you anything in your nearly thirty years? The wives and girlfriends in sports, Ash. Just take it slowly. Your career or love life isn’t going anywhere.” His smile calms me, making me break the tiny wall I’d been holding up since the call started.