Novel & Cerita Ash X Miette

I muttered under my breath. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Axel asked. I raised my head to look at him and held his gaze. There wasn't a single iota of remorse behind those ocean eyes of his. "Bullshit," I spat, mouthing that syllables as could be. "You're the bullshit." "Quit acting like a hormonal teenager, Asher," he dismissed, "Do you really want to do this here?" I chuckled bitterly, "What do you know? You've been a hormonal teenager all your life."

Mia shake her head "anyway I have to go out tonight but I'll be back" "Where are you going to?"I ask with a frown "To a place that might be of need to us in the future" "And where is that?"I ask She just smiled"let me order us food,I'm too tired to cook" I nod *** Asher POV I flipped the pages of my diary, I frown This is so annoying! The more I read, the more I want to destroy them A knock came on my office door "Enter" He entered and bow in respect "I've gotten something,you would like to see"he dropped the document on the table "that's the conclusion of the investigation"

They were staring for a few seconds as the lustful tension between them was slowly fading. "You wound me, Ash. Do you really think as magnificent as me will take a risk to destroy my oh so delicious body that everyone will die for? Drugs will definitely do me no good. It will make my luscious kissable lips darken like a dead one. It will make my body as dry as a cactus on a dessert. I couldn't afford to lose my magnificent self over those tiny white disgusting substance." Alexander replied with a dramatically voice as he pretended to place a hand over his heart, as if he was deeply wounded with Ash accusation.

He held a small leather pouch in one hand and a glass vial filled with dark ash in the other. “Miss me?” Axel’s voice dripped with arrogance as he tossed the pouch onto the table. “I got what you asked for. Moulton Ash and Grey Sand. Not an easy find, I might add.” Zane stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the pouch. “And what do you want in return?”

“Down!” I had my arm around Jace’s shoulders as I pushed him forward to the floor, and my other arm was around Malachi, and I gripped Levi’s jacket tightly. “Hylja sála!” Blue flames enveloped all of us as the bullets tore through the windows of the restaurant with deafening bursts.

Mateo did not hesitate. The second Valerie bolted from the house his fingers were already on his phone, tracing the route the child had taken on the security camera feed the neighbor had let him pull up. Xander’s voice, raw and small, had been the last thing she heard; now it was Mateo’s steady commands and the careful, quick work of men who knew how to move through a city without drawing attention.

Tears streamed down my face, dripping into my father's ashes and staining them dark. I did not wipe my face. I did not respond to Stella. I did not look at Hudson, who stood beside her with an undisguised smirk. I reached out with trembling hands, gathering the ashes little by little, trying to put them back into the urn. "I'm sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry... this is my fault..." Hudson had his arm around Stella's waist. He let out a theatrical sigh. "Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..."

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.

He says. I turn my attention back to the screen. I watch in amazement as someone dumps liquid on him, then tosses a match. The screen turns white from the extreme brightness. However, I continue to stare at the screen as if my life depends on it. I'm able to keep focused on the body on the screen, watching in shock how it never moves, rather only turns into ash. "Does this mean?" I begin, not sure how to ask. "Yes. It's really over, my love." Xavier says, kissing me, then pulling me tight against him.

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!