Ash X Chloe Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

Her heart swelled with gratitude, and as she turned to her friends, her smile conveyed a depth of emotion that words couldn't capture. With dresses selected and hearts full, they made their way to the checkout counter, their laughter echoing through the boutique. As they left, their arms laden with shopping bags, they knew that this day marked more than just a shopping spree—it marked a celebration of their shared journey towards healing and hope. As Samuel and Abigail entered their home, their spirits were still riding high from the day's adventures. With a playful twinkle in his eyes, Samuel enveloped Abigail in a warm hug, their laughter filling the air as they shared a moment of affectio

My first assumption is better I guess" He winked before turning to walk back to the door. I scoff, but frowned instantly feeling myself being pulled with him.I look down at his hand that is clutching the hem of my blazer. "What the hell are you doing? Stop dragging me" I retorted. We stopped at the porch where the old man still sat. "Thank you, Asher.Though, you could've told me about your leg cramps" Drax says to the man, kneeling before him to engulf him in a hug. "I wanted to see you, son.How have you been?"

She had her agenda set in her mind. Ashley faked swooning over Rachel's revelation and she saw pride swell in Rachel's eyes. Every joy she watched Rachel express was like poison she wanted to rip out of her system. And she acted quickly to deflate Rachel's ego. “So how long did you date before marriage?” Ashley asked again. She had successfully stirred the conversation away from herself. It was easy as Rachel was too egoistic and too eager to show off. Ashley wondered how she had never seen her for who she was all the while; a sick self-loving consumed bitch! Rachel didn't have it in her to care for anyone else but herself.

I had no idea she would stab me in the back with my best friend. Why does Chloe always make me remember her at every given time. They both have lots of things in common. Does this means, she's just exactly like her too? A betrayal? No, I must be mistaken. Chloe is nothing like her! She's different. And what if, you're mistaken?- my subconscious told me. Flashback "How... dare you... slap me?!!!" Ken roared in anger. "I will slap you, again and again" Vivian said with a satisfied smile plastered on her face.

I hate Ashley now. "Hello beautiful." I turned to the guy beside me coldly and looked at him like he's the most disgusting thing in the world. "Well.. what a bitch." He left and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly the other guy moved beside me. "Not interested in the party?" The guy asked and I turned to him. "No.. not my thing." "Austin Portwalt." He took out his hand and put it in front of me. "Violet Ashlock." I shook his hand.

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."

“Dahlia would want you to listen to Daddy.” “Don’t say Dahlia’s name!” Chloe shouted, her voice trembling with anger. “You didn’t even give her a chance to explain. You didn’t even check the CCTV cameras. You just made her leave. Go away, Daddy! I’m not coming out until you bring her back.” Chloe’s words hit Asher really hard. His brow furrowed as he processed her accusation. “The CCTV cameras…” he murmured, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Chloe, if I bring Dahlia back, do you promise to come out?” he asked, his tone cautious but firm.

Chloe happily went into her office, dropping the rose flower on her desk as she sat. Her phone rang and she picked up the call without checking the caller because she was so engrossed in playing with the flower which was now giving her office a sweet scent. “Hi dear,” Chloe's smile ceased recognizing the voice of the caller, and she snarled. “Please don't hang up,” the caller said again like she knew what her next step would be. With a stern voice, Chloe solicited “What do you want?” “It's Ashley, she has been crying to see you, she said she wants to spend..”

“When Victor… when he died.” Chloe’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked as if she might break. She turned away, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “I knew he was involved in something dangerous,” she whispered. “I always knew. But I thought he was smarter than this. I thought he could survive.” Ashley’s heart ached as she watched Chloe struggle with her grief. She knew all too well how it felt to lose someone to Adonis’s world, to be helpless in the face of that kind of destruction.