Ash X Gary Novels & Stories

he said. “You know what I think? You are the one who is just so confused and directionless. You have sex with her to your satisfaction and the next minute you act like she means nothing to you. Listen, Ashley is more than all that! You hear me?” I was furious. Axel thought he called the shot everywhere. And as much as I could condone his madness, I could not let him cross Ashley, never! We stared at each other, long and hard, then he wiped his nose quickly and bounced off.

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

We passed a motel quite some distance below—the one where we will be spending the night. “He really doesn’t want to be disturbed, huh?” I said considering how high up in the mountains we were. “Carter Gray has done some real shitty stuff throughout his life including the unfair means he used to win the Cold War…he has a lot to repent about,” Asher said, wrapping a thick jacket around me and zipping it up to my neck. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then took my hand. “Watch your steps on the snow…” he muttered. “You wouldn’t want to trip,”

As if the unknown heard, our surroundings start to fill with shadows— massive like it was going to swallow us all. Then it disappeared into thin air, leaving its remnant on the floor. Xander seems to return back to his normal state.He frowns deeply, staring at that black remnants with palpable fear in those eyes. “Xander? What is it?” I ask, my voice almost a whisper yet it feels sharp against the thick silence. He doesn't answer nor spare me a glance but runs upstairs into one of the rooms. Drax and I exchange a look of worry.

Bloody splattered all over Lance and landed on both Jack and Warren. “Strike one” Laughed Lance and he lifted the axe and swung again. By the third swing the guy has fainted. Lance finished with the leg and then they threw a bucket of ice water on him to wake him up. “It’s not bedtime yet” Laughed Jack “What should be bet on next? Your ear or your testicle?” “Shit he is on a roll” I gasped. “It’s been a while since we had some one captured, I hope that they leave him alive so we can have some fun too” Grant grumbled.

Grayson's POV My men and I exchanging bullets with our enemies. Gary's face describe me the frustration because he's losing. I am gleefully because Nicholas and Asher never changed, they still impressed me when it comes battling. Ash proves me the seriously lurking behind his womanizer personality, he even showed me the concern when he paused Nicho from making a move.

Sighing he took few minutes in silence to regain his composeure. While Nick skimmed through the list, he felt very irritated that a mole occured in his team and closed his eyes to calm himself. Suddenly, Ryan pushed open the door to Nick's office and rushed in. "Mr.Asher, the bid went as expected. We secured the second bid that you personally prepared. All the other bidders are in a frenzy knowing that we secured the final bid. It is going to be a super hot topic in the internet."

"Give me the name, Randolph." Belishaw struggled to stay silent, but it was like trying to catch grains of sand. Sinclair sighed and lifted the scalpel. This time he didn't move out of anger. He flicked his wrist and sliced Belishaw's other cheek. A cry escaped his lips, but he did not let the name out. Sinclair set his weapon down. "I wonder if I need to bring additional motivation for you? Perhaps the human woman you've been seeing. Jodie Harkness? Would she loosen your tongue if I had her to play with?"

Before George could finish, Father snatched up the bowl of broth and hurled it to the floor—bowl, soup, and all. "Shut your mouth!" He shot to his feet, eyes bloodshot like a raging lion—all trace of his earlier tenderness gone. "He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!"

She would walk into the Trial without backup, unless someone broke the rules and stood with her. Arx gestured, and the faculty rose in turn. Dominic Voss’s growl echoed as he promised Hawthorne would show strength through unity. Pamela Batista smiled with razor precision, assuring Nerezza would claim victory through cunning. Ashleigh Dana’s eyes glittered like stars gone wild as she urged Everley to defy limits. Even Caelen Fae, quiet and steel-hard, reminded all of us that survival often meant strategy over showmanship.