Ashe X Mccree Novels & Stories

She turned around and leaned against the vanity. "I haven't even started doing unfair things yet." "Looking like a goddamn goddess and you expect me to keep my calm." He easily lifted her up and placed her on the vanity. She spread her legs, letting him stand between them. The slit in her dress exposed her thigh for him. "Congratulations on killing my 43 men." He chuckled at her taunt. "Just like you killed my 40. I returned with interest." She admired how deadly gorgeous he looked. "Fair enough!"

he whispered. I felt like punching him in the mouth for putting me through that emotional trauma, but I knew better than to do anything stupid right now. I lay still in the car, breathing heavily in relief at not being caught. I was surprised when Xena and Asher came out again less than five minutes later, raising their voices at each other. “What you refuse to understand is that there’s an English word called coincidence, which is exactly what happened in Grace’s case!” Asher was saying loudly.

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

His hand went to his Falcon Supernova iPhone 6 Pink Diamond Edition, eyes fixed on the screen, even as his chest tightened and tears gathered, blurring his sight. Asher dialed a number, fingers steady and calm as the name MacRae glowed on the screen. There was a brief hesitation before the call connected, the silence pressing against Asher’s chest as he pressed the phone to his left ear. “Mac.” The word broke as his right hand flew to his chest, clutching hard over his heart, his knees buckling as he slid to the floor, breath tearing in short, uneven pulls while his body shook and his vision blurred.

Hermione gasped for breath as she continued swimming,trying to swim past Ruke,but Ruke’s waistline was now side by side with her hands. Ruke reached out and slapped the wall of the pool with his hand,he raised his head and gasped in air. He gave a whooping shout and looked on as Hermione raised her face from the water,looking drenched. She looked really cute as she stood there pouting. “Ha!!!” Ruke yelled, looking pleased” I won!” “Yeah“ replied Hermione,looking sour”I can see that. “ “Don’t be a sour loser, Hermione," Ruke said,looking very pleased with himself .

Derek glared at Aspen for a while before turning his attention to the fair lady who was broadcasting the news. "..... According to multiple sources and reports reaching to us, the current Chief Executive officer of the renowned Mckinney incorporation known as Mr. Aspen Mckinney, has been said to have assaulted a man in a clubhouse right now. The information, as has been said, was confirmed by the clubhouse itself. "

Ashley chuckled softly, not knowing if she was laughing at herself, or laughing at Duane, or laughing at Bentley, a smile appeared on her lips, then slowly bent her knees. Meadow shouted: "Ashley, don't." The sound of her knee hitting the ground, Ashley knelt straight down, the broken glass pieces stabbed into her knee, it was not that she did not feel pain, then she raised her head and said to Arwood: "Let go of Meadow." Meadow's beautiful eyes widened.

MC: Don't be like that AJ: Take this to your own f*cking texts AJ: No one wants to see this OF: I do SL: Me too PS: Same here AL: F*ck you all Ash: So, am I attractive or not, MC? OF: Yeah, is he not Mia? Ash: Why aren't you answering? OF: Yeah, reply Mia, stop ignoring us Ash: I dislike being ignored OF: Yup, yup, he truly does MC: I don't like you with Ash OF: I do hehe * * * * * * * * * *

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "You’re hurting, Ash. I can feel the tether fraying, and it’s pulling the air right out of my lungs." Rhea stood in the center of the Mooncrest library, her hands clutching the edges of a mahogany desk so hard the wood groaned. The silver veins in her forearms weren't just glowing; they were pulsing with a rhythmic, violent light that matched the erratic heartbeat of the man standing across from her. Ash Ryder, her Alpha, her mate, looked like he was being dismantled from the inside out. His golden eyes were bloodshot, the iris bleeding into the white as he fought to hold onto the psychic connection that had defined their lives since the awakening.

Aspen shrugged, and her expression seemed resigned. "Nothing else really matters compared to staying alive. Since we're meeting for the first time, let's skip the small talk and get straight to the point." "You really are sharp. I'm Chester Shaffer. Someone paid me two million dollars to have you killed. But now, I'm starting to think keeping you alive might be more interesting." With that, Chester pulled out a stack of IOUs from his pocket and tossed them at Aspen's face. The slips of paper fluttered down like snowflakes, scattering across the floor in front of her.