Ash X Bea Novels & Stories

Rose held up her hands and grazed her palms on his defined, chiseled jawline; the hot red on her cheek was evident as she smiled hard. “Your powers are cool, and I love that; I'm happy I can share those awesome moves with you.” She left his arms and went to meet Arthur, she fell into his warm embrace. With her eyes shut, she spoke to Miss Beatrice, who stood by her father's side. “You've got a lot of explaining to do later; for now, let's be happy that I wouldn't need any of those medications.” She said with a grouchy smile, no chemotherapy sessions, nothing. And maybe I would leave forever, right, Emmett?”

I was hoping Alex might give me a little insight to his brother so I’d have a bit of an upper hand. “Well good luck then. Asher doesn’t mess around. He reads someone and then he goes for the kill so to speak. Although, since you are his mate, he might think a little differently this time. You should have heard him growl each time you got taken down or got hurt.” I didn’t want to tell him I had heard Asher growl at least once. But if I could use our mate bond as a sort of distraction in the arena, I would. I reach Gabe and he extends his arms out. In each hand he is holding something. One has two more of those pills and the other has my water. I slam down the water with the pills hoping these

she says, “let’s give them something worth watching.” Lucien gives a short laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes. “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you.” “Chaos is more fun with an audience,” she answers, shrugging. Milo’s perched on the counter, legs swinging slow, eyes sharp and quiet, he’s not hiding anymore, he’s watching everything like he’s taking notes for later. The silver in my chest hums soft and steady. “Post exposure stabilization in progress,” the presence says, “secondary pressure vectors probable.”

His eyes have turned blood shot, his face now fading into a deep redish-purple, the evil smile on my face the last thing he sees before he closes his pothetic eyes. Alex is leaning against my desk, the look of boardom on his face" man should of kept his mouth shut" he shrugs. Standing and walking away from the solider staining my rug. I hand him two peices of paper "Send word to gentral warren, tell him too burn it" "NO ONE GETS OUT ALIVE"! The power radiating off me has him bowing his in submition."Yes alpha" he says turning to deliver the message. "and alex... bring me a file of everyone on that list" he stops stort the look of confusion on his face as he looks the list over."Servant file

Somewhere deeper inside the building, a trolley rattled faintly against the floor, its sound absorbed quickly into the thick institutional air. Belle Vue never felt empty. It only ever felt paused. Arman finally turned his head slightly toward her. Not fully. Just enough to acknowledge presence. “You sit differently now,” he said. Aisha hesitated for a moment, her hand unconsciously adjusting near her abdomen again before she realized it. “I’m just a little tired,” she replied. He nodded without further inquiry, as though the explanation did not require expansion. That lack of curiosity unsettled her more than questions would have.

A branch cracked to my left. I turned slowly, already knowing who I would see. Alexander Ashborne emerged from the trees, his expression a mirror of his sister’s cold fury. He didn’t speak. He just stared, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger, a silent promise of violence if I took one step closer toward Aria. This was her message. Her first move. She wouldn’t come to me. If I wanted to talk, I would have to walk through her brother. Through her entire pack.

a familiar voice sounded in my ears and I slacked off as I looked into the person's eyes. It was Prince Asher. "Let me go! I have been sacrificed already. One is enough! Does the royal family have a vendetta with the Oscar family!? She will die at this rate!" "And you will be killed too!' Asher yelled but I didn't care to listen. He raised his hand and before I knew it. He knocked me out. My eyes gradually closed up and the last thing I saw was Becca tumbling down the platform, looking like a lump of blood.

Then Anise looked back at Miranda, and the special girl nodded her head. Standing off the bed, Miranda walked up to Asher. She stood face to face with him, and his dark pupils watched her face intently. She lifted her hand and touched the opposite cheek from where Anise's hand rested. Asher closed his eyelids and shuddered, the sparks of the mate bond coming alive between their connection. It felt more powerful this time. More concrete. Asher covered Miranda's hand with his large palm, then he brought it to his lips and kissed the center of her palm, while she watched his face with the same intensity which burned in her gaze.

:D - Ashe Alberts