Asher Adams Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to turn my gaze away, I witness Asher's hands come up to swiftly snap the neck of our driver. I scream. As the body slumps against the bonnet, then to the ground, Asher looks over at me, placing his finger against his lips. In utter disbelief, I only watch him, as he walks toward me. "Beyond that line of trees is Time's territory, another immortal. The lands have been unoccupied for the thousands of years he has been missing. It will give us the perfect place to speak alone," Asher say calmly, as if he hadn't just ended someone's life right in front of me.

“Cravings for what?” Emily avoided his dark gaze. “Just cravings!” “Cravings for what? What kind of cravings, stray? Are you hiding something?” Emily shook her head immediately. “None… I want to eat sour food.” She smiled, convincing him. “You’re helpless….” Drake rubbed his face and shook his head. ‘Your heir craves for it, asshole.’ Emily thought and wanted to shout it out loud at him. “I know,” Emily mumbled. “Your heir craved and wanted a sour mango, though,” she whispered, enough for him not to hear it.

“Adam! Adam!” Adam met him halfway up the stairs. “Get someone to watch Asher and go get me twenty million dollars as fast as you can. Ashley and her mother are being held hostage...” Colour drained out of Adam’s face, he dashed out immediately. Henry dialled Adrian. “Adrian! Adrian! They have Ashley! They are asking for ransom...” “I am on my way!” ***

Adam Hart, once a successful and wealthy businessman, succumbed to financial ruin due to poor choices and deceit. Desperate, Adam immersed himself in gambling, associating with the underworld, leading to a drastic change in behavior. Adam's gambling addiction spiraled into massive debts. To cover them, he cunningly pawned the Rossie mansion's certificate, sparking rumors and confirming the betrayal to Lady Rossie.

due to the fact that Aden had no intention of offending him. For a split second, Aden responded, "I didn't lose my memory!" Who exactly is he going to try to explain this to when he doesn't even understand what's going on right now? It worked out wonderfully for me to be labelled as a crazy person. In point of fact, Rose wasn't entirely certain that he hadn't lost his mind. Ash is the alias of David Smith. 24 years of age today. When he was seven years old, he launched his professional career, which lasted for 17 years.

It was better to just let them have their long overdue heart to heart and sit quietly like a fly on the wall. “I’ve been pretty fucked up since Adam died. And I hid it from everyone pretty fucking well,” Ash took a deep breath, “at first, I just became an adrenaline addict, chasing that next high by doing crazy shit. Like skydiving, base jumping, mountain climbing. But then I started doing dangerous stuff, pushing that envelope more and more. Like cliff diving in illegal places. Freestyle climbing cliffs. And then I turned to other ways to get high.” Ash took another drink of water. Grayson processed what his friend was saying, or rather the things he didn’t say. Grayson breathed deep.

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

She had to stop him from learning what she was now certain was true. Mia Thompson was Elena Ashford. And if Nikolai proved it, Cassandra would lose everything.

My name is Mia Moss, and I've been in love with the Adams Carter for awhile. My mum worked as a maid for him and had been working there for over two years. When I go over to the his house, I would catch Adams staring silently at me. Adams was thirty years old and he was the CEO of a top rising car company. He barely ever said a word. But when he spoke, he never dared repeated his words. At first, I thought I disgusted him because I couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face. Other times, I thought I had a terrible body odour. I found myself changing my soaps and perfumes.

“You can’t be serious.” But he didn’t flinch. His shoulders squared, his jaw tightening as he held my gaze. “My name is Claude Adams,” he said, his voice low. “I’m the son of Matthew Adams, Alpha of the Rising Sun Pack. I used to be ranked Beta, but without my pills, I’ve gone back to my original rank. Omega.” I blinked, his words ricocheting through me like bullets. My jaw clenched, my chest heaving as something dark and ugly churned inside me. “The hell?” I muttered, raking a hand through my hair. “Is this some kind of fucking joke?”