Asher Adams Novels & Stories

His dark eyes narrowed. Sade turned, smirking. “Adamo Rossi, meet Shane, Isla’s husband. You know, the one Marco was screwing?” Adamo’s brows lifted. “Oh. Oh.” He exhaled, then nodded. “Damn.” Shane chuckled, standing. “I’ll leave you two to your night.” “You good?” Adamo asked Sade. “Ecstatic.” Shane shook his head, laughing. “I think I’ll take you up on that therapy suggestion, Sade.”

All my life, I’ve always minded my business and done my own things, so how the hell did I get myself into this situation? A knock on the door almost caused my heart to explode in my chest. “Please come out, sir. I swear I’m not going to hurt you.” Hell, I’m not going to listen to anything she says or believe a word that comes out of her mouth. She’s been a vampire the whole time, and I allowed her into my house. She’s a vampire, and the real Ashley Adams is dead. That explains a lot. She probably drank all the blood from her body and pretended to be her so she could drink mine too.

I peek at the screen and see that he already has 911 typed out on his keypad, ready for ring them with one tap. “How did you get past the gates?” Adam’s head turns in Spencer’s direction and I see recognition light up his eyes. “My name is Adam Blackwood and I am the world’s stealthiest and coolest hacker.” He extends his hand for a handshake. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr Tremaine. Lodging and accommodations have significantly improved, thanks to you.” Smooth-talking bastard.

kekeh Nadhea became so when Adam almost let out a happy cry in a public place. Nadhea went through too much in her first life. Adam Smith's abandonment was a fatal mistake that could not be reversed but the Moon God allowed that second chance to happen in the person of Nadhea Martinez. The possible cunning of Zayn and Brittany cannot be measured should someone dismiss the dirty act.

“What did you find?” I didn’t waste time. “I found her. Lisa D’Amaris. And I don’t have good news to give about her.” That made him frown as he looked me in the eye. “She’s alive?” “Very much,” I said. “And she’s not exactly hiding. But she’s not easy to approach, either. I tried to talk to her, introduce myself, let her know I wasn’t there to cause trouble, but her wolf... she wasn’t having it. She is not only a wolf. She is controlling things. And she knew of you, of me… she knew everything.”

“No, Connie and Hannah are team one. You are team two.” “Right,” she said. “I forgot.” “Forgot or weren’t listening,” he muttered aloud. Usually, he found her forgetfulness cute, but tonight he found it annoying and distracting. “Here he comes,” Elliott warned them. Through Elliott’s IAC, Aaron could see the dark figure of an older man, hunched over, with crazy black hair, slithering towards the chimpanzee cage. He weaved in and out of the shadows and seemed to do a dance step now and again.

CLINTON. “Now that looks like it,” I snorted, “Perfect gift to send back to Carlos.” It had taken all my self-control not to entirely kill Logan. After my not-too-happy conversation with Seraphina, I mind-linked Asher to meet me at the dungeon because I didn't trust myself not to kill him. Now, after one hour and twenty minutes, I could say I felt satisfied with the shape I left the motherfucker in. Over my interrogation—which was full of my package, if you note the sarcasm—he had confessed it was Carlos who sent them. But too bad I still beat the hell out of him afterward.

Adams was talking about. "Cassilas's sons and daughters are very talented." Mr. Adams looked at Rylee as if they had known each other before, which meant they knew each other in an absolute sense. "And you, Rosemary. I've studied you very closely." Mr. Adams sighed and raised his eyebrows. I'll bet he saw the criminal charges on my profile. "Would you like me to get rid of everything you're convicted of?" Mr. Adams made an offer that left both Rylee and me gaping.

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."

My nerves twisted tighter with every second. “The Alpha is here,” one guard whispered. All of them snapped to attention. A tall, imposing man strode past us and ascended to one of the higher seats. His presence filled the hall like a gathering storm. “I am Alpha Adrian,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. His sharp eyes swept over us. “What crimes have these ones committed?”