Novel & Cerita Ash X Chloe

The sound of fists hitting skin, the shouts, the chaos — it all blurred together. “Stop it!” I shouted, stepping forward, but neither of them heard me. Asher caught Adrian by the collar. “You stay away from her!” Adrian shoved him off, blood streaking the corner of his lip. “Then make her stay away from me!” The words hit like a slap. And then Chloe laughed. Loud and cruel. “This is perfect. The two idiots fighting over the same broken girl.” Something inside me snapped. I turned on her, my voice shaking but fierce. “You think this is funny? You tried to destroy me, and now you’re enjoying watching them destroy each other?”

Eleanor gave him a last look, her expression unreadable, then turned and left with Isabella and Calvin following. Victor turned to Raymond. We've gained some time. That's all this outcome means. Raymond nodded. We need to use this time wisely. Across the city, Chloe stepped out of a sleek black car and entered the Ashford family's private medical center. The building oozed luxury; marble floors gleamed under soft lights, creating a serene atmosphere. A friendly nurse welcomed Chloe and guided her down a peaceful hallway.

For the first time in years— They fight like wolves again. The warehouse erupts into chaos. Gunfire. Snarling. Metal crates crashing across the floor. Blood. And through it all— I feel Nyxara beside me. Still. Watching. Calculating. I grab her wrist again. She looks up at me with clear annoyance. “What are you doing?” “Keeping you here.” “You’re impossible.” “You’re not leaving.” Her eyes flash. “Watch me.” I lean closer. My voice drops low. “Not tonight.” Before she can respond—

I just shove past him, grinding to a halt when I reach the last room on the left; the one Clint claimed as his man-cave. I swear my heart ceases to beat for a few moments as I take in the sight before me. Chase is standing over Clint, pinning him to the wall by a fistful of his shirt and beating the living daylights out of him while Brock stands aside, just looking on and not lifting a finger to intervene. Clint is bloody, crying, begging for Chase to stop, but he’s unyielding, punching at his face and chest and ribs, blood spurting and bones crunching. All I can do is watch in horror as Chase throws Clint’s limp body to the ground, delivering a swift kick to his ribs that has him wheezing a

Yet, the sincerity in Ashier's voice and the intensity of his gaze gave her pause. Caught between her loyalty to Ashier and her own reservations, Alisha found herself at a crossroads once again. The weight of the kingdom's future and Ashier's well-being hung in the balance, forcing her to confront the uncertainty that lay before them. She stared at Ashier, searching for answers within herself, grappling with conflicting emotions and a sense of duty. In that moment of hesitation, Alisha realized that the choices she made next would shape the course of their lives and the destiny of the kingdom.

And since then, they have been inseparable. — I came to check if you need help getting settled, but I see that you're already fine. She smiled and sat on my bed. “Yeah, I haven't brought much yet,” I said. I closed the closet door and went to sit next to her. She extended her hand. — You're Chloe, right? It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Aspen. She was a beautiful woman, in a very unique way. She was a few inches taller than me, with black skin and bright green eyes. Her Afro was styled into a high, curly, red hairstyle, which she adorned with a green bandana, matching her eyes.

I asked, plopping down on my bed. "Do you remember that time I was having dreams about the dark man?" Chloe asked quietly, catching me completely by surprise. "Vaguely." I confirmed, lifting my shirt and unzipping the strap of my nursing bra so I could free a nipple for Arabia to feed on. "Why are you bringing that up?" "I saw Asher." Chloe continues, causing my heart to skip a beat. "But it wasn’t Asher. Something dark and ugly took him over entirely and his humanity disappeared."

she exclaimed with distaste, her voice rang out with authority, ensuring everyone could hear, "And you're the chain." The words sent a chill down my spine. What the hell does that mean? “Fall back!” Hail barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. We didn’t argue. Lena lobbed a makeshift smoke grenade, a scavenged device from the last safe house. It wheezed and filled the rooftop with thick, black mist. “Go!” I grabbed Lena’s arm, pulling her toward the stairwell. But as I turned, my eyes caught sight of the gun, the one the woman had taken from Hail, still in her hand.

With well calculated steps, I made my way towards the elevator with Claire trailing behind me. I could feel his eyes burning into my back, heavy with disbelief. The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and I stepped inside. Just as they were about to close, Dominic shoved his hand between them and then slipped in. His cologne filled the space instantly, igniting a memory but it was fuzzy. “Lisa, cut the crap.” He broke the silence, his voice was low but sharp. “You’re not supposed to be here. This isn’t—” “What's your reason?" I cut in, crossing my hands on my chest as I engaged him in a staring contest.