Ash X Chloe Novels & Stories

Austin urged her. Intrigued by Austin's mysterious hint, Chloe ended the call and swiftly accessed the internet on her phone. As she searched for the latest news, her heart skipped a beat when she discovered that her name was trending at the top of the search engine results. Shocked and apprehensive, she clicked on the news articles, only to be confronted with a slew of disparaging remarks.

As she turned from side to side, taking in the full effect, she almost didn’t recognise herself. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. "Olivia? You ready?" Asher’s voice carried through the room, calm and steady. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Asher stood there, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, looking every bit the powerful Alpha he was. His dark hair was slicked back, and his chiselled jaw was clean-shaven. But it wasn’t his appearance that caught her off guard—it was the way his eyes widened when he saw her. His gaze travelled from the top of her perfectly styled hair to the tips of her golden heels, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.

Bryan despised her, and that couldn't be changed. Suddenly Bryan opened the bathroom door, and Chloe quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Bryan had already changed into his clothes. He walked to Chloe and stared at her, his gaze piercing through her fake slumber. He bent towards her, brushing her hair back, and placed a gentle peck on her forehead.

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

~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.

They say dragons never truly die. No matter how many times you kill them. ―Suzanne G. Rogers,?Jon Hansen and the Dragon Clan of Yden Randolph Belishaw stumbled down the alleyway, falling against a trash bin. His cold body shook. He couldn't think. Couldn't speak. Blood trailed down his cheeks as he clawed the sides of the metal dumpster and tried to stand. Must get to Jodie. Must warn Mikhail.

*** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable. On the corridor that leads to the club downstairs, I saw the blond chick from earlier in the VIP section. At least something would go right for the night. She looked as though she was ready to devour me right here and now. You wouldn't blame her if you looked at me. I strode to where she was. Looking at her alone I saw her forcefully take in some air. Trust me she would need a lot of it to keep up with what I was going to do to her body.

Draco is very stubborn and whenever he is out, it takes a miracle for him to not to kill anyone. Suddenly, Chloe teared up ever so slowly, our movement seemed to have been stopped by space and time.

“It was passed down that the bloodline of your ex lover would be in full possession of a piece, your urn. Kayla made a request to be given your ashes as a peace token for handing you over to the hands of the Alpha of their time to slay. It was said that your urn is to be with them, maybe along the way, it might have been given to the wrong hands or might have been sold to the hands of strangers. But for what it was, your urn isn't here in this Park.” His words had set fire burning through me, these people were still trying to act cunny. In my eyes, I saw their ancestors, the very people who approved and conducted my execution “You dare not joke with me.” I lit a fire that spread throughout t

Narrator- Alpha Asher casually gathered Miranda's limp form in his arms, along with her fallen keys and purse. Her head naturally leaned against his chest, and the moment her hair grazed against Asher's skin, he gladly breathed in a whiff of her natural scent. She smelled like sweet ripe oranges in the summer. Asher smiled and crossed the street, towards his SUV. He walked around the passenger side only to stop in his tracks when he noticed Joshua standing against the door with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.