Asher Adams Novels & Stories

AS SHE'S CUFFED INSIDE THE FIVE YEAR SCAM: HOW DENNIS ADAMS AND HIS MISTRESS DRAINED MILLIONS "SHE LOOKS NOTHING LIKE THE WOMAN WE REMEMBER" GUESTS REACT TO GENEVIEVE LENNOX'S TRANSFORMATION FALLEN BUSINESSMAN: ADAMS TECH STOCK PLUMMETS HOURS AFTER GALA SCANDAL THE REAL STORY BEHIND NORA ADAMS'S "SUICIDE" A FIVE YEAR LIE UNRAVELS

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

Hannah cursed loudly and Adams started laughing, a sad defeated kind of sound. “Sir who let you in- Myra do you know this man?” JB asked, stepping into the middle of things. “You think I’m a psychopath?” Adams asked ignoring him, and the people our drama was attracting. “You legit just accused me of trying to kidnap your sister, you seem very easy to fool. Pierce Blackwood has you wrapped around his finger doesn’t he?” He looked at me from head to toe. “Pretty dress.”

Damon told him. "I will destroy the whole Madden pack if I don't get my Adira." "Damon! STOP THIS! You are just getting out of your mind. Just relax and calm down! You don't even know what you're saying; you can't hurt innocent people." "ADRIA IS DEAD; THAT GIRL'S NAME IS ASHLEY, AND SHE HATES YOU, DAMON, FOR WHAT YOU DID TO HER!" Rayan tries to make his brother understand, but he falls back when Damon uses his alpha voice.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

Joseph handed it over to Adam, who accepted it with gratitude. Adam found a suitable spot in the open area beside the car to change. As he peeled off his wet shirt, a scar on his right chest became visible, leaving a noticeable mark. The scar told a story of experiences and challenges, perhaps hinting at a past filled with both triumphs and trials. Adam's body was well built, with muscles that spoke of dedication to physical fitness. Noah watched with interest, taking in the sight of Adam's well defined physique. To him, it was like watching a hero change into his costume, and the scar only added to the mystique. Despite being a four-year-old, Noah couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

Adom walked into the room, sitting on the coffee table so he could see everyone. "Well, as you all may know, I'm Adom. Ashly father, or you can say adoptive father. But if you don't want to make her angry, never talk to her about this matter. According to her, I am her true father, and those two shitheads are evil bimbos. So I hope you don't bring up this stupid topic if you don't need it. And yeah, I know you think I am really her father. How can she talk to me this way? Well, it's not her fault; she was born as a drama queen. Sometimes I feel bad for her Alpha." Adom said this and looked towards Alex, who tried hard to give Adom his charming smile. But fail when Adom rolls his eyes.

“Father.” “You’re late,” CEO of the ADAMSON ENTERPRISE, the largest money making company in the world, Richard Adamson replied, not bothering to look up from the slim, pocket-size tablet he held in one hand as he checked his email. Knight unfolded the cloth napkin fanned out on the plate and draped it over his lap. A waiter discreetly filled his water glass and left two leather-encased tablets containing the menu and wine list on the table before departing. “I was busy.”

My heart would break if she saw me and didn’t recognize me. Fred knocked firmly on the door, and my heart banged against my chest. We waited for a while before a middle-aged woman opened it. Her eyes narrowed, intuitively suspecting that something was wrong. “Who are you?” She stepped back. “How can I help you?” I greeted her respectfully. “I’m Adonis, the Lycan Alpha,” I said, and she immediately bowed on her feet in respect. “Rise,” I said softly to her, and she did, trembling slightly.