Ash X Gary Novels & Stories

he retorted and I let out a sigh of frustration as I knew he wasn't going to tell me anything useful. “Fine,” I gave up as I rose to my feet and approached the door. “How could you not realize?” Gary called out to me and I turned to him in confusion. “What did you say?” I asked but he stared at me sadly for a moment before he shook his head. “Forget about it, just go back to your pack.” He responded, sounding almost annoyed at me and as I left I couldn't help but wonder what it was I hadn't realized. ***** “But you just said Gary said he sent for her,” Asher quirked a brow at me as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

A narrator’s voice followed: "This is not a story of survival. It’s a story of rebirth." The final frame: "Rising From the Ashes. Coming soon." It went viral within hours. Across the city, Adrian saw the video on his phone. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the device. She had just declared war in the most public, glamorous way possible. He picked up his phone. "Get me Natalie. Now." Back at the retreat, Natalie received the call. Amara glanced at the screen and arched an eyebrow. "Adrian Sinclair." Natalie took the phone and answered. "What do you want?"

Xavier said. “Of course, regardless I need your confession to file your case. What do you know about Asher’s death?” Detective Garrett asked. “I have no idea who you are talking about” Xavier said. “Come on, I am sure you know him…. He was in possession of GB-3 when he was met by two of your men, Marve already gave us his testimony” detective Garrett said. “Marve?!!……that f*cking sneaky bastard!! I just knew it! I should have gotten my hands on his wife!” Xavier said out of anger.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

Xylan shouted in frustration. "Where is he now? Where is he? I'll kill him. I'll kill that bastard. Damn Gary, damn him!" Xylan shouted almost like a madman.

Grayson glares at him, I watch Gary laugh and hit Ashton again. "Fine!" Screaming, I give in. Ashton glares at me. I watch Grayson and Emmett smile and nod at me. "I choose Ashton." My words are quiet, and Ashton screams calling me a bitch. He will forgive me. Gary steps back. I watch as he pulls the knife out of Ashton's shoulder. This bad.

The man referred to as Sharon seemed visibly angry. Fueled by alcohol, he forcefully shook off Caelan's hand and said, "Her? I want to see what Asher would do to make me regret it if I really laid a hand on her. Am I supposed to end up in the hospital like Gary?"

I bite my lip hard preparing myself for what will happen, making sure that I try not to scream. Without warning, I feel my skin tearing in my back. Not expecting them to make me scream so quickly, I let out a scream. I cry from the sudden realization of what has just happened. Gary looks happy. "Well.. well.. well.. I didn't expect it to be so soon. But what can one expect from a weak whore like you." Xavier slightly nods his head towards me, as he stares at me, giving me a look of 'it's ok'. Gary turns, and stabs Xavier in his hand. Xavier lets out a pained yell. Tears fall from my face.

In less than 2 minutes everyone is there. "what is this about?" Ajax grumpily asks, probably just woken up from a nap, his hair is messy and his shirt is ripped- wait that isn't a nap. I suddenly blush when I realise they're all looking at me Ashley shakes her head, and then tells the problem to the gang, "we met Armstrong. " "you mean jaxon Armstrong?" Eli asks. Ashley : "no Neil Armstrong, yes of course bloody jaxon Armstrong" "oh shit." I hear ajax growl

Elise rubbed Logan’s chest. “Don’t be mad, Logan. She doesn’t want to come out of hiding, so we should just go ahead and cremate her father. “Since she refuses to show up, let’s make sure she doesn’t get a chance to see him again.” Logan shifted his attention back to Charles’ body. It took a while before he said, “Alright.” I smiled cynically. It turned out that resentment could run deep. As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page.