Ash X Bea Mga Nobela at Kwento

Becca was shocked when Ashray went to Collins quickly, he pulled him up and then looked at his bruised face. He growled at Alex whose temper was now relaxing. “Mine...” Ashray growled again. Becca didn't know that Ashray was gay, he didn't even look like it. She watched as Collins smiled because he found his mate and it isn't a female. He had thought it was Giana. Ashray gently carried him in his arm and ran to the parking lot, Becca looked between Alex and Collins, she had to follow one of them. Alex looked at her with expectant eyes and longing eyes, and she felt it although they hadn't marked each other, she knew what he was feeling.

Axel growled as he grabbed an empty glass from the table in front of me and poured himself a drink. "Ashira is making me even more pissed. She's so unrecognizable. She plays so dirty. I just feel bad for that old man for giving birth to such a daughter," Asher added, pouring himself a drink too. I simply sipped my liquor, staring at them calmly. Even though I didn't know what had happened, I knew they would eventually spill everything. "And Blackwell... fuck. Let's drag that damn old rascal here. He's too damn dangerous," Axel snapped, his gaze burning with rage before emptying his glass in one gulp.

Alexander asked Antonio, who was standing next to him. “It’s Alisha Andy, the girl who went missing,” Antonio replied with a trembling voice. “I can’t believe she killed herself.” Becca was looking at the deceased student intently. A few people pulled her down from the fan and a guard removed the rope from Alisha’s neck. Becca spotted two small circles on Alisha’s neck. It seemed like someone had bitten her and sucked all her blood out. When she didn’t say anything, Alexander followed Becca’s gaze over the mark. He was surprised after noticing Becca’s observation skill. How could she spot the small mark over Alisha’s neck?

“Oh, she’s still here. I saw you talking to her. She seems nice, so you should really leave her alone.” “We were just talking.” “Wait, don’t tell me.” Thea’s eyes widened. “Did she turn you down?” Ash just glared. Thea laughed and clapped a hand over her mouth when Bea stirred. “No way! Oh my God, I love her already. What’s her name? I’m going to marry her and I’m not even gay.” Ash rolled his eyes. “I’ve been turned down before.” “When? I want dates. I want times. I want the names and the exact words they used.”

There was something about this city that made her feel even more out of place than usual. As she passed a small market square, Asha overheard fragments of conversation: *“Werebeasts have been sighted again. The hunters say they’re growing bolder, more aggressive. It’s only a matter of time before they reach the city.”* Her heart sank. Werebeasts. The very creatures she had been searching for, but not just any werebeasts. The unnatural ones—the ones who had been twisted by blood magic and dark experiments.

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.

The illuminating light swallowed me wholly, and heard her add, "The one who lights the world when the dark comes." "Who are you—" "Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie!" I heard someone shout in my ears, snapping me back from reality. And there, I saw Feyra’s edgy face. Holding my breath, I instantly sat on my bed, scanning the surroundings. “Are you having a nightmare?” “I don’t know,” I answered. That dream looks real though. “Wait, you look different, Aksha.” My brows creased at her statement. “When did you buy that contact lens? I can’t remember seeing you yesterday wearing it.”

Our girl was going to shake things up in our little quartet, that was for sure. “You better wait until daybreak. I wouldn’t go hammering down Lincoln Anderson’s front door at this ungodly hour. Not unless you have a death wish,” I reasoned with them. Grayson opened his second beer after draining the first in a few chugs. Alex didn’t touch another drop, honoring his offer to drive. One perk of being a shifter meant that we have a fast metabolism. Alcohol doesn’t stay in our systems for long, but that doesn’t matter to a guy like Alex. He’s so fucking rigid he’s stick-straight.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE Break The Bond Alisha met Ashier’s gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and determination. She took a deep breath before responding his question, her voice was steady and resolute. "We have to break the bond, Your highness. It’s the only way,” she announced. “What!” Ashier exclaimed.

I felt really bad for what just happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just a shirt" he tried to reason. "I am Jason by the way" he introduced himself, smiling a little. "I'm Ana" I returned. "Such a beautiful name for a pretty lady" Was he trying to flirt with me? I smile at him, he must be good with the ladies. Such a smooth landing. *** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable.