Ash Williams Novels & Stories

Asher flash one of his well-practiced soulless business smiles. Jackson Brown is Asher's only friend and business partner, one of the few people he's allowed into his life, the few he can almost be himself with. Jackson is a tall, dark-skinned African-American, with sharp handsome features, and a fun, lively character, the complete opposite of Asher. They met while in college and had stayed friends ever since. "Your morning that bad?" Jackson asked, he'd never seen Asher so bleary-eyed so early in the day.

“Neither is it his, we tried to protect you! You should have stayed where Joe placed you, instead you ran to your family, in full view, for everyone to see!” “I took them away didn’t I?” “But you came back! That also isn’t his fault, it’s yours!” They were close to fighting. Billy’s eyes were silver now, his lips drawn back over his teeth. “Stop!” Ash shouted. He was still pale, but he was tired of the fights, the guilt, the anger and the constant despair. He just wanted to live his life, with Lee. He was tired of Baku ruining his life, even when he wasn’t close by. He wasn’t going to let anyone destroy his new joy, not Baku, nor Dave

Driver guy looked amused again, "Well, would you like to introduce yourself first, or shall we?" He seemed to have something of an air of authority to him, like the other two let him take the lead naturally. He was also the tallest, and bulkiest of the three, though they were all easily over six foot and heavily built, with well-defined muscles. She smiled awkwardly, "Uh.. well, I'm Ashallia," she said quietly, her nervousness coming through in her voice, "Most just call me Ash or Asha, though."

I know it was a dick move, but I cannot be associated with someone like Liam. Especially not someone like me. “So, Mr Prince, where do we start?” Mrs Williams begins her lecture, and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. How the fuck do I answer that question? I shrug and see her huff out a breath in annoyance and sit back in her chair. “You’re failing, Asher. One more bad mark like this and you will fail the entire year. I know in your position you cannot afford this to happen.” She says and I blanch at her words.

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

I want to express the words, but emotion is forcing them down. Grayson pulled away, holding my shoulders back so he could look at me. Reilly never hit me once. No one did. That's not what I was there for, so I could tell that Grayson was relieved to see no marks on me. "What happened? Why? Who do I have to kill?" His questions came at me like wild fire, and I had to take a moment to assess what to tell him. "A man I used to work with. His name is Reilly. He wanted me to be apart of his stupid uprising," I tell him. Grayson's face immediately darkens.

“You’re not ready yet. Mika, I know something is wrong but you keeping it bottled up and acting this way will not make things right. You need to speak to me. Why did you visit Taylor Smith at the hotel?” Anamika snorted. “You even have eyes on me, yet I know nothing about you. Asher, why don’t you tell me, who exactly are you?” Asher stared at her. She had never been this interested in his identity. For her to be this invested, it means that she heard something. Without denying it, he admitted. “I’m the grandson of Mr. Wilson Williamsburg from the Capital.” Anamika’s unwavering gaze remained on him, urging him to continue.

He smirks at Alex. "And wait! Did you ask who I am? Well, sorry for not introducing myself to you. My name is Asher Williams, Cynthia's boyfriend," He replies to Alex, as he raises one of his eyebrows. "Hi, Alex... It has been a while. Meet my boyfriend, Asher... Sweetheart, this is Alex, my ex-boyfriend," Cynthia says proudly and confidently with a wide smile playing on her lips, and I now understand what this is all about. Cynthia brought Asher here for showoff. Is this girl crazy?

“But he has increased his personal security, and he has pulled all of his top lieutenants back to the main headquarters, so he is consolidating his power, preparing for a siege, and he is ready for war.” I leaned back in the seat, the reality of the situation settling over me like a cold blanket. Bianchi was expecting a war, a prolonged confrontation, but I was not here for war, I was here for a surgical strike, a clean, quiet extraction that would prevent the war from even starting. I looked at my watch, the small, cold glow of the numbers counting down the final minutes, knowing that the confrontation, the moment of truth, was coming fast. The King of Ashes had arrived in New York, and the

He kicked my wrist, and the dagger went flying again. Then, a sharp crack echoed through the hallway. My cheek burned. The right side of my face went numb. He had slapped me. "Stop this, Elara," Kaelen's voice was ice. "I'll agree to sever the bond." He pulled a document from inside his suit jacket and threw it at my feet. The words "Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement" stared up at me. At the bottom was his neat signature. "You had this ready," I said. My voice didn't sound like my own.