Ash X May Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Cover her pretty face for me, baby." Diamond moans against her, her tongue moving quicker before sliding two fingers inside my girl's slick pussy. Ashley unravels within seconds. "Oh, fuck—Gray!" she cries, her voice nearly lost under the bass thumping through the club and the chorus of other people fucking around us. Her back arches, heels digging into the table as Diamond fucks her through the aftershocks. I don't look away. Not for a second. When she finally slumps back, chest heaving, my gaze cuts to Diamond.

Kaidën muttered between moans causing Asher to hiss. Without a word, Asher ripped his shirt from his skin, and Kaidën let out a loud whimper, one so sweet that Asher thought he would die.

Ashley shut her eyes tightly, trying to process what just happened. She opened her eyes and staring at her in the face was Claire, Alex's girlfriend. Fury burned her face bright red. "Who the hell do you think you are to lay your filthy hand on me?"Ashley yelled, her chest moving upward and downward repeatedly as she breathed heavily. "And who the f**king hell do you think you are to talk back at him? Do you know who he is?" Claire snapped.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, I dressed her warmly before carrying her outside. Asher was already waiting for me with a car ready. To move her from the pack, I added sleeping pills in her water. After stepping inside the car, I cuddled Maya in my arms. " To Lord Stephano." I said to Asher who seemed reluctant to drive. " Are yóu sure about this Alpha Lord?" He asked.

Saying this, a devilish look started appearing on Asher's face. Mistaking Asher for Xavier, Bella grabbed his shirt, rubbed her neck on his chest, "Hubby, I can't bear it anymore, I feel as if someone has spread burning embers on my body." Have you put it, please Xavier do something"

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

“His name’s Ashton. He hates the bond, hates me by extension, and made it very clear he’s in love with someone else. Very tragic. Very pureblood. Very not my problem.” “That kind of rejection is dangerous,” Maereth says. “Oh, don’t worry,” I reply dryly. “He was polite about it. His parents raised him better than to be rude while emotionally gutting someone.” Maereth pinches the bridge of her nose. “V.” “I’m fine,” I lied. “I just need to know how to break it before the moon decides to turn my ribs into a chew toy.” She goes very still. I stop pacing. “That pause means you know something.”

She looked at me, lips moving, but no words came out. "Why did you ask to see me?" I broke the silence, my voice icy. She lowered her head, fingers tracing the tabletop. After a long pause, she said, "I had a dream… In it, we went back to the night of the eruption. You dragged me to Grandpa and forced him to leave. Everyone survived, including Adam." "And then?" I smiled faintly before continuing in a calm but sharp tone, "I've had that dream too. In mine, Adam still found out he was terminally ill.

Quietly. Aisha froze. Something stirred unexpectedly inside her chest. Without realizing it, she sat down. Then she started reading. Hours disappeared. Outside, darkness settled over Belle Vue. Rain continued falling. Nurses changed shifts. Patients went to bed. The hospital moved through its nightly routines. Aisha remained in the archives. Reading. The story consumed her immediately. Arman met Meher in a university library. They fell in love. Married. Moved to a small town surrounded by forests. Had a daughter.

“That you do not give us up.” Marcus drew her to herself and kissed her deep. “I will never give you up. Never.” That night, while Valeria slept deep, they loved themselves in front of the fireplace. Slowly, intense, full of hope and exhaustion. Marcus moved deep into her, saw her All the time in the eyes. The purple light of her bond joined with the golden blue lights from her daughter to a beautiful, three-colored appearance. When they came, they stopped and cried quietly. Outside, the wind swept around the hut.