Novel & Cerita Ash X Miette

“You’re an absolute menace, you know that? Do I even want to ask what you did to him?” As I suspected, Cole’s lips stretched into a cheeky grin. “You flirting with me, Hael Ashford? Your mate is standing right there, you know. And what I did to him doesn’t matter. Did you know this fucker is an expert at Go Fish? Beat me seven times.” “Is that blood coming from his ass?” Olive blurted, her head popping up over my left shoulder. Violet swallowed. “Can we not talk about ass blood?” Cole, completely undeterred, continued to speak, “Some of it, probably. Nothing really breaks down a man like a good old—”

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.

Asher read the name of the person who had messaged him. "It's nothing to be concerned about; I'm just getting some updates on business." Asher read Xaviers' name across his screen. The man was leaving paragraphs in his texts. What the f*uck? "Continue." He waved at Mateo, enjoying that the man bristled at Ashers' blatant nonchalance at who he was speaking.

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

She located the first aid kit, and ensured that there was alcohol, antiseptic, and Band-Aids, then she returned to the bedroom, just as Asher made his way inside. Anise disappeared from sight after sending Miranda a final reassuring nod. Asher looked over at Miranda. He tried to glare her way as he sized her suspiciously, before he headed to the bathroom without a word. He closed the door behind him and turned on the faucet. Asher washed his hands, and the water burned his cuts. He gathered water in his palms and splashed them on his face, then over his head and down his naked neck. Asher removed his shirt and washed cool water over his skin again.

Like that friend who stays too long after the party because they know something’s still about to go wrong. Outside, people are taking different routes to the same places. You can tell who’s avoiding whose street. Lucien’s scrolling local updates, jaw so tight I can see the muscle jump. “They’re calling last night a misunderstanding,” he mutters. “Community miscommunication. Emotional escalation.” I give a small, tired laugh that doesn’t reach my eyes. “Of course they are.” Ruby lights a cigarette by the window without opening it. The smoke curls against the glass like it’s trying to get out.

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

Just a very offended heart. “I only washed it,” Dianna corrected, still watching the TV. “Soap, warm water, machine. No sulfuric acid involved.” “MAMI KILLED MY SMELL,” Ash shot back, louder. I knelt beside him. My hands wanted to scoop him up, calm him down. The brain that had just finished swatting away a shareholder lawsuit at court gave a different order: assess the scene first. “Ash,” I called. “Look at me.” He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, shifting on his knees. His breath hitched. “Papi… Mami… mean.”

“Derek and Fighter, are the best people you all can have as friends! Stop criticizing them because they made an understandable mistake and because they are werewolves. Some humans are worse than werewolves!” Ashley finished her speech and ran out of the restaurant in tears. “Ashley!” Maggie called, running after her.

Ash rejected her request, he would always be harsh to Newton because he had fallen in love with his mate. He held a grumpy face as he watched her, “Fine, I’m sorry” she pouted her lips. *** At Maggie’s house, Scarlett and Gabrielle sat with her in a dark room, a white globe in front of them held by Maggie. “I really want to see it, I need to be sure that he is alive” Scarlett didn’t actually believe Ash could have escaped his death. Mistletoe was believed to be the most poisonous and deadliest thing to a wolf and when mixed with silver it would make a much more power impact.