Ash X Miette Novels & Stories

“ 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

"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.

A low murmur of voices fills the air, punctuated by the click of keys and the occasional burst of laughter. I make my way through the line of workstations, my eyes scanning the familiar faces. My face is impassive, but inside, a storm rages. I need information, and now. "Hey, Jax," I say, leaning against a workbench where a stocky, tattooed man is meticulously cleaning a dismantled hard drive. "You heard anything about… old names resurfacing? Specifically, anyone connected to the Ash mafia back in the days when they were bloody?" Jax grunts, not looking up. "Ash is always resurfacing, Nat. Like a bad rash. What's the specific itch?"

Chapter 76 Mia burst into laughter. “Oh my God, **she’s right.**” Sophia’s mouth dropped open. “You guys are **insane.**” Olivia shrugged. “Hey, we’re just looking out for our **air quality.**” Mia waved her hand dramatically. “Yeah, don’t be selfish. **Think of us.**” Sophia grabbed a pillow and **launched it at Olivia.** It hit her square in the face.

“This is a bad idea,” Xander said in Italian, voice pitched low. Xander glanced at the driver’s seat where the AHDF liaison agent sat, both hands on the wheel as she chauffeured them through traffic. “Don’t you think I know that? It’s not like we had a choice,” Kira hissed in the same language. Xander just scowled at her and crossed his bulging arms over his chest. And Kira glared right back at him, jaw tight as they argued in a series of looks and hand gestures that stemmed more from growing up together as siblings than proper nonverbal military signals.

Mita said, who then casually nudged a glass filled with water until it spilled and hit Ashila who was sitting at the table near the lockers. Ashila suddenly screamed in shock, "Huh, what are you doing? My uniform is ... wet. You are ...." The girl did not have time to continue her words because she was busy cleaning her wet clothes. Faye, who saw the scene, glared at Mita, "Are you doing it on purpose? Mita, you-" "Yes, I did it on purpose. Why?" Mita answered without the slightest guilty expression and even her calmness stunned Vena. The girl also looked boldly at Faye and Ashila who couldn't say anything after seeing the look in Mitha's eyes that looked so cold.