Ash X Miette Novels & Stories

She wipe her tears and watch Asher disfiguring Axel face with his fist while he laugh like a maniac. T.B.C

“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.

“ I still can’t believe it . “ said Axel in a loss . “ I still can’t believe that you actually researched all this in such a short time . It doesn’t look like she is a dear friend to you but someone you deeply love . If Antonio didn’t tell me the whole story , I would have mistaken your behaviour as a sign of deep love . “ said Antonio . “ You don’t know anything boy . You weren’t there when that happened . “ said Axel annoyed . “ Young master Axel , I guess you are having problems with hearing . I already made it clear to you that there was no need for me to have been the time the incident happened . Antonia has described it so well that I feel like I was there that day . Your conflicting

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'

"I'm just a use-and-dump to Oswald and you, ain't I? I have two wicked, uncaring friends. Poor innocent me. He feigned a cry, but what he received from Wyatt was an unamused snort, which made him harrumph as a response. I rolled my eyes at his act. If he's really innocent, then perhaps we will hardly find a bad person in the world. Asher turned to me and threw a lidded 50-ml white ceramic bottle on my bed. "Apply the mixture on your skin and leave it for 30 minutes to clear away all the impurities, dirt, etc." He instructed, and I nodded. "It mustn't be less than that." He muttered strictly. His voice was a bit tough, and I nodded without hesitation.

The morning air was still cool, the surface of the water glassy and untouched, reflecting a sky that promised heat later. Aspen took a deep breath and glanced at her friend. “I’m sorry about this morning. North can be an idiot at times.” Merit gave her a small smile. “It’s fine. Axl nearly ran through the door when he saw me. He didn’t see anything.” “You like him, don’t you?” Merit sighed and shook her head. “I shouldn’t like him, but I do.” “Why shouldn’t you like him?”

Ace lowered his eyes, and a strange glint flashed through his eyes for a brief second before he picked up his phone and typed something___ 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 20. Then, he sent it out.

she said, pointing at me, “are antisocial.” “I am reserved..” “Fancy word for antisocial.” She attacked with a smile. She seemed less drunk then. “You are avoiding life.” she continued “I am enjoying it quietly.” I countered, happy I had a comeback. She huffed, dropping back into her seat. “You need help.” We stared at each other again, a silent battle raging. Then Michael laughed softly. “You two are complete opposites.” “Exactly,” we both said at the same time. We paused, then looked at each other, then burst into laughter.

I had no interest in listening to him any longer. “Didn’t you say your arm was gone? It looks perfectly intact to me.” As soon as I finished speaking, his other arm thudded to the ground as well. Amid his agonized screams, parts of his body were torn away piece by piece until he was reduced to nothing, executed in the cruelest way possible. With my vengeance complete, an indescribable sense of satisfaction filled me. Queenie Aasen, who once cared for the world and acted with selfless righteousness, was gone.