Ash X Jessie Novels & Stories

He looks like he can barely keep himself from falling off of the edge of his own seat. "I looked Ian dead in the eyes and I ate his ear. Chewed it up and swallowed it, never letting my eyes leave his own." "That's so fucking badass! Asher, if you don't mate and mark this girl, you're the biggest damn idiot I have ever met." Alex's energy is contagious and it fills me with a new sense of pride, because what I had done was ruthless, but his excitement over what I did makes me feel better about it. "Well, then I guess you know the rest as you came along shortly after." I look at Asher to see his reaction.

"Maybe I was a little too worked up over it." "A little?" she teased. You clearly should be getting used to it Ryan shook his head, grinning. "Are you always this good at calling people out?" Jessie shrugged. "Only when they deserve it." He liked that about her. There was something refreshing about Jessie—something different. She wasn’t like the girls who usually hung around him, the ones who either tried too hard to impress him or acted like they barely cared while secretly hoping he’d chase them. She just seemed… real.

The love in their eyes made me feel that this trip through the human world had been more than worth it. I slowly closed my eyes. Right before they shut completely, I had a strange feeling and turned my head toward the narrow glass window in the door. Through it, I saw a handsome face with red eyes and trembling lips. It was Cole. My vision, my sense of touch, and my sense of smell began to fade as I waited for death to take me. Seconds before I lost my hearing too, I heard people shouting my name from all around. In the midst of all the noise, I caught one voice that wasn't loud at all. It should've been clear and cool, but right then it was hoarse. Its owner called out, "Izzy."

I looked at Ivy in front of me in surprise, her eyes practically sparkling. I smiled helplessly. "Don't joke around. My hand is already ruined. What team could I possibly join? "It's true!" She got so anxious that she yanked down her mask, revealing a delicate, strikingly pretty face. "Look. This is a team I just put together. We are missing exactly one jungler. Ash, I've been your fan for a long time. Please, just take a look at us. Our team really needs you."

His eyes were filled with madness and desperate pleading. "Hillary, it's me! Look at me! Stop this, okay? Come home with me!" he begged. I stood on the stage and looked down at the man being pinned to the ground, my gaze showing no trace or ripple of emotion. I remained utterly stoic. That calm stillness frightened Wayne more than any vicious curse ever could. Micah descended the steps and stopped in front of him. He took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his hands. Then, without warning, he kicked Wayne ruthlessly in the chest.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

When he walked in, Jessie tried to struggle and beg for his help, but when she looked into his cold gaze, that hope shattered. She did not understand. Were these not the two men who loved her most? Why were they doing this to her? She fought to break free, but she was too weak. Every time she nearly slipped out of someone’s grip, another hand pulled her back. She did not know how long it lasted. When the men satisfied their desires and finally left, Jessie lay on the ground in despair and tears. Grant sneered and towered over her with a look of pure contempt. “Every bit of pain Ashlyn suffered, you’re going to feel it a hundred, a thousand times over. You schemed, twisted the truth, and made

After 2 hours Sarge was finally satisfied with Axel's loyalty. So he gave up trying and took him back to the clubhouse to an extremely pissed off Jess. She had her arms crossed staring daggers at each of them. "Paybacks a bitch, and none bigger than me!" Jess warned. All the brothers scattered except Ryder and Cross. They were helping Axel to their room. "If he pukes, I know who to call to clean it up!" Jess said through gritted teeth. Soon as they laid him in bed, they hauled ass out. Jess was plotting her revenge while she undressed Axel for bed. Middle of the night, Jess went down to the supply closet.

"Ash-" Alexander tried to stop him from saying more, as he could feel the pain that emerged through Ash as he was regaining those dreadful memories back. But Ash shook his head and heard nothing as he continued to burst everything out. "Jess and Team were the only ones who remained in the their family bloodline. The two of them were so closed together despite their almighty egos. After all, it was just the two of them that was left in this world. But then now that Jess was gone, Team was left with nothing. He was the only sole his family that survived in this era. He couldn't bear it. He wanted his sister to live in his memories as an immortal one. That Jess was just out there somewhere, tha

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?"