Ashe X Mccree Novels & Stories

Vik and Ryder fueled by aggression and a desire to prove themselves, charge at Asher, Asher clearly anticipating their attack, stands his ground. Asher delivers a swift and hard kick to Vik’s stomach, sending him crashing on the pavement. As Vik struggles to get back to his feet, Asher seizes the opportunity to strike. He grabs Vik arm and twists it, snapping the bone with a sickening crack. Vik screams in agony while clutching his broken arm. “You broke my fucking arm! Ahh!!” Vik says, while groaning.

Sweat. I'm covered in it. It's been 15 years since that fateful day. But just like every other night, the day haunts me. Plague my dreams. The screams of my parents. Their eyes that were so full of life turned so …cold. It's been exactly 5475 days since I became Ashanti. 8 years ago, I became the bridge between the Mafia and the human world. I know it sounds corny, but I am. Even I can't comprehend how a fragile 10-year-old girl turned into someone who is feared by most.

The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water. Sheila fell out of her wheelchair and hit the ground. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward the drain, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her hands. It was hopeless. "My baby… My baby..." She could only watch as her child's ashes slowly disappeared. There was nothing she could do. It felt as though someone had torn her heart apart. She knelt in the mud, sobbing as she reached deep into the drain again and again. Her hands quickly became caked with filth, but she kept searching.

The subidón of total, lawless victory over our attackers sent a violent jolt of pure, unadulterated heat straight to my core. Asher strode over to me, his chest heaving, his face smeared with black mud and the blood of his victims. He grabbed the front of my tactical shirt, hauling my body up against the hot hood of a militarized all-terrain vehicle the mercenaries had abandoned at the edge of the clearing. "You set the grid perfectly, doll," Asher growled, his wild eyes dilated with an unhinged, feral lust as his large hands violently ripped the zipper of my tactical trousers open.

At his side stood two women, both members of the Clan, their expressions reflecting varying degrees of amusement. The first was Seren, silver-haired and exuding a serene aura akin to a glinting crescent moon. Her features refined and her movements imbued with a quiet grace. Her keen gaze absorbed every detail of the chaotic scene, her calm intensity radiating like a steady lighthouse amidst the storm.

My body shacks and trembles as I'm hit with a mind shattering orgasm that has me seeing starts as I cum hard clamping around both cocks in my pussy. The sound of my cum mixes with the heavy sound of all of our breathing as my four men use my body as they want. Asher is the first to pull out and cum on my back then he rubs it across my ass giving it a hard smack making me scream out a deep moan and cum again. Alex and Ares fill me at the same time with their seed and slowly pull out of me "look at how fucking perfect she looks" Alex says then gives my ass a even harder smack them the one Asher gave me only moments ago.

For the past two centuries, I've been a shadow his in her own shadow. First off, she took Martains away from me, stole my position as the Luna and still stood in my way, preventing me from actualizing my dream. "I thank the moon goddess for giving me such an innocent face. Nobody is ever going to blame me directly for anything with my looks on the outside." I watched Ashley groaning in pain as the whip tore through her flesh. She was trying to endure on her own and had even blocked out her wolf from helping her. Gradually, she lost it and her eyelids closed in utter surrender. She was gone! Gone forever.

The auctioneer’s gavel cracked like thunder. “Sold—five hundred and fifty million dollars to Ms. Amara Voss.” Applause detonated through the armory. Flashbulbs exploded, white stars strobing across the marble. Amara lowered her paddle with deliberate grace, the thrum in her chest a private drumline. Kaylee’s quiet exhale reached her ear like a prayer. Across the aisle, Ethan Cade didn’t flinch. He merely adjusted his cuff links, a flicker of muscle in his jaw the only betrayal. Sienna’s amber eyes glittered with the delight of someone watching two predators test each other’s teeth.

“It was a fucking street fight; if she used silver chains, it would have been legal. What the fuck, Sage?” “You have nearly a thousand wins under your belt, she’s coasting 250 wins in the featherweight section. So you losing to her is making us all look bad; because how the fuck did she knock you out, Creed?” he says, actually sounding worked the fuck up. “You’re an Alpha and she’s an orphaned Beta with no pack. What the hell happened out there?” “She’s my mate,” comes out before I can even stop myself and Sage’s eyes grow wide. “The Mate Bond Sighting clicked, and she took advantage of my distraction and surprise. She won fair and square, Sage.”

“Maybe it’s someone else. Ashley’s a common name. Maybe you’re mistaken—” “Don’t you dare gaslight me,” I snap, pulling out my phone. “You want proof? Here.” I press play. Monty’s voice fills the room, and I watch Axton like a hawk as every word sinks its claws into him. “Her name is Ashley. Ashley Monroe.” Axton’s jaw tightens. “About two years… it wasn’t supposed to be serious. But Ashley kept coming back. She said she was unhappy with her fiancé…” His shoulders are rigid now, his fists clenching at his sides.