Ash X May Novels & Stories

Ben groaned and drew in a deep inhale as he regained consciousness, his peepers instantly falling on his mate's voluptuous figure. "May, are you alright?" Ben demanded with a gruff voice. May nodded with teary eyes. "Nanda?" May called out. "I'm here Aunt May." Miranda replied, though her globes were glued to Asher's own glare, even as he struggled against the iron shackles around his wrists.

"Master Shiloh, don't believe a word Aspen says—she's a compulsive liar. No, let me rephrase—every lie she told about me was nonsense. But when it comes to Andrew and Michael, I have to admit, she was spot on. These two are absolute bastards!" Michael immediately shot back, "Master Shiloh, here's the truth—the Wellers and the Stevens are the real scumbags here! Harvey is nothing but a depraved beast. And Aspen? Please—she's no better. I heard she let Rodney Sanford from Madblade Martial Academy feel her up all over!" Aspen's face turned red with fury as her darkest past was dragged into the open. Christina quickly stepped in. "Aspen, calm down! We're here to invite Master Shiloh, not start a

“Yes, I killed that freak…she used to hang out with that fat girl…I should have killed her instead…her friend just got in the way…” The video cut back to Sasha talking into the camera. “It's time for these senseless killings to stop. Subs are humans too. They can be friends…” she smiled at Layla standing with her and her minions and Layla smiled back. “They can be family too. As long as I'm here, I'll do everything I can to make the bullying stop…” Peter ended the video and cast his phone aside. “Okay, this is total BS. Why on earth would Sasha do something like this? All the elites will come for her! God, she's fucking cunning.”

Axel hissed, "She deserves to be burned alive. We can’t let her live." Claude was anxious. If May refused to reveal the identity of the father, he would have to bear the punishment on her behalf. It was essential to make her confess, and there was still an opportunity for the man to marry her. "Who is the father, May?" he asked again. "I don't know!" May covered her eyes. "Maybe it was the legendary Greek god, Zeus?” Axel snorted. He had long suspected that May was up to something. She was always sneaking delicious food and drinks into her room. He assumed she was just indulging herself. Little had he expected her to be meeting a man in secret.

and a particularly large Lycan “asher” She looked around. "They are close friends. I’ll introduce the others after the meeting" she finished. Ruke stood up and faced the many lycans present. He wasted no time in telling them he had found his mate, after which he beckoned Lang Lang to speak to them about the prophecy. When she had finished, a very blonde Lycan with a mole on his nose spoke up, ”what have we got to do with the prophecy,“ he asked, witha bored look on his face.

They both saw the group of kids heading their way. It was always the same three Maya, Lucas, and Jaden , who found entertainment in picking at whatever made someone different. And for the Williams twins, their difference was obvious. They didn’t have a mother. “Well,” Maya said, arms crossed and chin lifted, “I bet you two are going to skip the Mother’s Day Fun Fair next week. Like always.” Jaden snorted. “They don’t even have a mom to bring. It’s supposed to be called Mother’s Day, not Father Fills In Day.”

All of it ruined. But the study.... It was mostly intact. The heavy desk still stood, charred but solid. Bookshelves lined the walls, some crumbling, others still holding scraps of parchment. I crossed to the far wall. There, hidden behind a shattered painting, was a crest carved into the stone: Ashborne's true sigil. Not the one the Council approved, but the original. The forbidden one. A crescent moon flanked by twin wolves. I pressed my hand to it. Click!

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

And that some files from that period were no longer fully available for review. That evening, Aisha stood once again in the eastern corridor, where Arman remained seated by the window, and for a long time she did not speak, because she understood now that whatever she said would not simply be a question of diagnosis, but of confronting the aftermath of something that had once been called treatment. When she finally spoke, her voice was quieter than usual. “Arman,” she said. He looked up. “Yes?” “I think I know who M is.” For the first time, his expression changed slightly, not into surprise, but into something more fragile, as though the name itself carried weight he had not expected to hear

"But the steps are clear. Clear steps and hard work is the only formula there is." Dana looked at her. "Fifteen years," she said. "You've been saying the same thing for fifteen years." "Because it's true," Zara said. "It is," Dana said. "Annoyingly." They finished their coffee. They paid. They walked out into the May city together — the specific warmth of May in New York, which always felt like permission after the long winter, the quality of light that said the difficult part was behind you and the good part was here.