Ashe X Mccree Novels & Stories

Asher sighed. He was worried about him. I'm just worried about my friend, he told himself. It was nothing more or less than that. His mind kept going back to the game. Tyler's expression when he saw him. The way his performance changed. The way their eyes met across the court. Asher sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Get a grip." His phone buzzed. He reached for it without thinking. New Email. Probably from Mr. Marcus. Opening emails these days had become quite traumatic for Asher, but this one was important.

His inner demon finally taking over as they both aim to please their mate with every bit of their strength. Macy who couldn't contain the pleasure building up inside of her anymore, threw her head back in pure bliss as she bite down at her lower lip. Asher sense her getting close to her climax as her nail dig into his flesh even more before she cried out his name and he finally shot his seeds inside her before claiming her lips in another soul shattering kiss. ** Asher remember it all as if it was yesterday. And no matter how hard he tries not to find comparison between what happened with Kara and his mate Macy, Only untold rage seem to flow through his veins.

“Then the first lesson starts now. Shoulders back. Stop staring at your shoes. You look like you’re being led to your own execution. It’s not a good look.” “Jax?” I froze. Asher. He was jogging across the street toward us, dressed in gym clothes with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his hair still damp from a post-match shower, and he looked effortlessly, infuriatingly handsome. He came to a stop in front of us, his focus initially on Jax. “Hey, man. I tried calling you after the match.” “Phone died,” Jax said smoothly, not missing a beat. His posture had shifted instantly, becoming more relaxed, more Jax. It was like watching an actor step into a role.

The memory pulsed once more — exhaustion after her father's disappearance, a voice with no face drilling something into her that had clearly been meant to keep her alive exactly like this — and then it faded, leaving her stunned and shaking in its wake. "Eve!" Aria's voice cut through the ringing in her ears. She emerged from a concealed spot across the street, where she'd been watching from behind a line of parked cars out of the same careful instinct that never quite switched off anymore. Her eyes went wide, then a slow, fierce grin spread across her face as she jogged over, taking in seven incapacitated professionals scattered like fallen dominoes. "Holy shit, Evie. That was incredible. Y

—MOONSHADOW PACK TERRITORY, AETHERIA— A flutter of nervous excitement danced in Madeleine Blackwood’s stomach. Today was the day. Her mating ceremony. A day she’d dreamt of since she was a little girl when she attended mating ceremonies and witnessed the love between mates and the affection between them. She’d spent the morning flitting around her room, not being able to stay still. She had done her hair countless times because she kept running her fingers through it and biting her nails in anticipation.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

she cried out laughing loudly. Jeff lifted her down. Monica's gaze caught the suitcase sitting on the table. "What's this?" She lifted it up. "It's so heavy..." she cried out. Jeff laughed. "All thanks to Stella Chancy, I am rich for life" he said. "I don't understand, what is in here?" She asked looking at him while she tried lifting the suitcase again. "A hundred million dollars" he informed. Her eyes widened "what???" He nodded "Stella brought it here, she said she wanted us to invest it in a business."

With proud faces, Ash picks up some ice chips and places them on his kids backs. They scream and giggle, trying to get the ice out of their pants. Ash runs towards Kara and dumps water all over his head. "Paybacks are a bitch, isn't it?" He speaks into the screen. Apparently, he was live streaming, and fans were very amused by their water/ice fight this morning.

I hate more that part of me understands why they do. Understanding is not forgiveness. It is only harder than hatred. Branches scrape my sleeves. Mud sucks at my boots. My body aches in layers, palm, ribs, back, hips, the deep center of me where magic and motherhood keep arguing over the same blood. Ashen shifts once. I stop for half a breath. Kael turns. “I’m fine,” I say before he can ask. His eyes drop to my stomach. “I said I’m fine.” “I heard you.”

And the view inside was even more breathtaking. Alessandro was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. He was in the middle of a set of pull-ups, his back to me, and the sight made the air leave my lungs in a silent rush. His back was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle, every sinew and plane defined and powerful. The faint, silvery scars that mapped his skin seemed to make him more beautiful, not less. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his tanned skin, catching the morning light. As he moved, his muscles contracted and released in a display of raw, controlled power that was utterly mesmerizing.