Ash X Harem Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Finding Ash is a piece of cake for me. But the main problem is getting Jared to talk. I'm sure since he has been involved with the dark witches, he wouldn't just be able to speak even if he wanted. A dark curse would have been placed on him, like an oath” Hazel paced around Liam's study slowly. Her mind was somewhere else.

Ashley whispered to herself as she checked her makeup one last time. "It's a threesome, by the way, they want it red," Kara said, still hanging by the door as she watched her Ashley run her fingers ran down her figure before she smirked at her reflection in the mirror. Her dark red lips puckered as she flew Kara a kiss, walking out the door when tiny hands stopped her. "Is that what you are wearing?" Kara gestured to her dark appearance. Ashley simply nodded, removing her hand from Kara's strangely tight grasp. "They want a threesome so they are definitely on the dark side. There might even be a fetish or two, they just don't know it yet."

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

She insisted again. "Ugh fine" I sigh, throwing the couch pillow at her. We reached the Library and I stroll through the different sections while Amia searches for her new interesting books.I stop and stare at the new section of romance Book.Frowning, I grab one of the book with hockey player on the cover.I have never seen a romance section in the Library.What's this? "Interesting, is it?" A manly familiar voice almost made me drop the book.Almost, not exact.I turned to my left to see Nikona's tall figure standing next to me.I kept the book back on the aisle and turned quickly to leave.

ARWYN The training square bustles with Embers honing their skills, some practicing strikes on bags tethered to trees, while others engage in duels. My gaze shifts to a group cheered enthusiastically for an Ember attempting to lift a rock with a single hand—a terramancer. A wistful sigh escapes my lips. Dropping my satchel to the dusty ground, I hastily tie up my hair with a hair band and begin flexing my arm. But before I can savor a moment of solitude, Ahvi emerges unexpectedly, her smile bright as ever. Yet, beneath the facade, I know there's more to her. People like her often harbor the darkest pasts, but definitely not darker than mine.

Liora’s breath caught, For one second, the world held her between moments, between words, And then it shattered, Ashen fell like an unfinished thought, Not graceful, Not tragic, Just broken. She hit the ground hard, her small frame cracking the earth beneath her. The crown, the Hollow Crown, tumbled from her head, rolling once, then stopping at Liora’s feet. Liora didn’t move. Couldn’t, Because the air around Ashen was… undoing, Grass unraveled into linework. Stones became outlines. The soil beneath her burned white-hot, like the world wasn’t erasing her, it was rejecting her. The girl convulsed, breath stuttering, Her ink-blood seeped from the wound and spilled into glyphs on the dirt. Word

CHAPTER THREE — THE STAND IN MATE. DARIUS “I, Mira Hale, reject you, Alpha Darius, as my mate.“ Her words cut through me like a blade. My breath grew sharper by the last, my nails carved deeper into the throne until its wood particles stabbed beneath my claws. The air thickened, the pack trembled beneath the weight of my fury and every pair of eyes matched to the ground. Their gaze dared not to meet mine or even look away.

“This is my healing outfit.” “Your healing outfit is my hoodie.” I pointed out to her. “Exactly. Sharing is caring.” She led the way to the living room. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips as I followed her. “Is that because I wore that hoody for an entire week when Bernard broke up with me? Because it sure did heal me.” She paused, sniffed the hoodie and shrugged. “That was over a year ago, this is clean now. Also, I will continue to laugh at his name. Bernard, really? He should've been a butler.”

Logan cut her off by dropping his head and leaning closer to her ear. “I made a mistake by not killing you right there and then just now.” Elise’s voice died in her throat, and her smile froze. Before she could process what was going on, several bodyguards lunged and slammed her face-first onto the floor. “Logan! What are you doing? Have you gone mad?” Standing in a corner, the butler looked at her callously. “Ms. Harper, Mr. Reed has learned every little dirty secret of yours.” Elise went as white as a sheet. Still, she pulled herself together and shouted in a struggle, “Logan, what are you talking about? What dirty little secret? Who is spreading this nonsense?”

With that statement, Aries hisses his agreement. Images begin to project on the wall behind her as she continues to speak. Which is weird considering she hasn't moved an inch. "Ironclad dragons. Phoenixes. Leviathans. Direwolves. Storm Gryphons. Moon Serpents. Flame Hounds. Cerberus'. Unicorns. Frost Lynxes. Kitsune. Ash Ravens. Nemean Lions." She says with confidence as the images change behind her head still without any movement. "And of course the many extinct or the now unwilling bonds that you will learn more about in your history classes." she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls.