Ash X Miette Novels & Stories

"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

Warren chuckled as he threw the first axe. Jessie screamed in pain, I was excited to see where Warren hit him. He was right he sucked at aiming with the axes. He was just throwing to hit, we would not know what damage had been done until the wheel stopped. Warren though the next two axes and I stopped the wheel. “I wish I had four axes like you have stars” Warren grumbled as he walked over.

"I know I messed up, but I want to help now. I want to do my part." Liya and Whizz exchanged a glance, their skepticism still present, yet tempered by a sense of cautious hope. The road ahead was uncertain, but the unity in the room was undeniable. Samuel's voice was a quiet acknowledgment of their shared determination. "We've all made mistakes, but if we work together, we can bring down Mr. Michael and expose the truth." The glasses were lowered, the wine within them a symbol of their shared commitment. The room seemed to hold its breath, the feeling of the moment swirling around them.

Wilder blushed not saying anything, "so you just wasted your money for no reason?" Wilder nodded "pretty much" "Damn, know what you're gonna spend it on before actually spending it" Wilder sighed 'he's right, Mr. Mendes will probably hate the roses' The doors opened and Wyatt walked in soaked. "Sir? What happen?" Asher asked worried "Some bitch dumped water on me and told me that I'm doing a horrible job as a manager" he spat. 'What the fuck!? Mr. Cars is an amazing human being why would they say such things or do such things'

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Aster had already ended the call before he could answer him back. Asher groaned in frustration before he put his phone inside his duffel bag and made sure that he had already packed the things he would need for practice later. Asher quickly undressed and hastily threw his clothes into the laundry basket before pulling a clean shirt from his shared closet with Aster. While closing the buttons of his shirt, Asher saw the words imprinted on his skin under his collarbones. Mi Girasol

Agreement. A mutter stirs from the shadows nearby. I don’t turn fast enough to see who says it. Just the words: “Mate-killer.” Kael doesn’t react. I don’t ask.

Susanna had thoughtfully added audio for full effect. "I've been back for six months. With just a flick of my finger, he's fallen into the palm of my hand. He prepared a blue fireworks show for me tonight. Since I don't like blue, let me give it to you for your anniversary celebration so that it won't go to waste." The crowd erupted in shock. Sophie's face turned pale as panic surged through her. "That bitch Luna! How dare she expose our chat records?"

"So just die peacefully. Once you've turned to ash, I'll be Damien's one and only love." Then, I removed the SIM card from my phone and severed all contact through our blood vow. In the last twenty hours before I turned to ash, I had finally accomplished one remarkable thing. Now, I just wanted to walk the final stretch of my path in peace. The sky had completely darkened, and the neon lights outside the motel flickered with a harsh glare. I dragged my weak body out of the room and headed toward the old antique district on the edge of the city. It was the only place in this world that might still accept me.

“I don't care what Alex thinks about you. I’m here for you alone. You can choose either the easy way or the hard way.” “I don't give a fuck.” Mia croaked out. Wow. The audacity. “Year of birth?” Ashish continued like he didn't hear. Mia shook her head, trembling so hard the chair rattled. “Stop… please.” “Wrong answer.” Ashish replied. His claw traced down her left arm, slow at first, then curled deep, pulling out white bloody flesh. Mia let out a bloodcurdling scream. “Year,” Ashish barked with a growl.

Axel exhaled and walked to the bottle of whiskey, picked it up, and stretched it toward Asher. “Pour it,” Asher muttered coldly. I scoffed under my breath, taking another drag as I watched them. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Axel snapped, frustrated. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking angry because of what happened to that bitch.” “Don’t call her that. She’s Ashira, not a bitch… and she’s in that state because of you,” Asher shot back coldly. “You kept quiet while I served her the crabs and oysters. You were fucking curious too, and now you’re blaming me,” Axel snapped, irritated at Asher’s annoying anger.