Asher All American Novels & Stories

Something just didn't add up. "Oh, so you finally figured me out didn't you?" Trevor said on the other end, sighing. "Love makes us do dumb shit, you know. Especially when the girl of your dreams is out there pedaling some shallow billionaire. I need something too, don't you think?" "Let's just get this over with." Asher said, impatient. "How much do you want?"

When someone strikes my cheek with the very tip of their boot, I'm thrown onto my back, coughing up thick, syrupy blood as it comes up my throat and spills over my bottom lip. "She's never going to talk," one of the horribly harsh men sneers. "Just f*cking kill her. Save us the damn trouble of keeping her alive." Another man snorts, cocking his head sideways as he looks at my pitiful state at their feet. "She'll talk eventually. He did say to try anything to get her to talk. Maybe we should show her a little hospitality first. She looks like she'd be a decent f*ck—" Asher storms into the room, swinging a long, wooden bat through the air so fast I can't even track it. He hits the man above me

I wanted to see the man who had discarded me look up from the dirt and realize who had truly destroyed him. Asher’s heavy SUV roared down the concrete ramp, entering the garage with a deafening screech of tires. He killed the engine, slammed the door, and strode toward us, his massive frame still dripping with rainwater and grease from the perimeter sweep. His dark shirt was torn at the shoulder, revealing the hard, scarred muscle beneath.

"You've grown up, Chloe." "Not by choice," I said with a bitter smile. "Don't worry," he said, squeezing my hand. "I'll make sure you get justice. Your parents will watch over you from above." … The following week, Wayne worked fast. He located my parents' former accountant and obtained the complete financial records from the past decade. Silas had indeed drained the ten-million-dollar medical fund.

Ashley shut her eyes tightly, trying to process what just happened. She opened her eyes and staring at her in the face was Claire, Alex's girlfriend. Fury burned her face bright red. "Who the hell do you think you are to lay your filthy hand on me?"Ashley yelled, her chest moving upward and downward repeatedly as she breathed heavily. "And who the f**king hell do you think you are to talk back at him? Do you know who he is?" Claire snapped.

I'll give the bracelet back too. I descended the steps and stopped half a yard in front of him. I took out a thick file from my handbag and threw it into his face. In a serious voice, I said, "Wayne, everything in here is evidence and documentation from the three assassination attempts and five corporate espionage incidents you faced over the past seven years. The knife wound I sustained is repayment to you for saving my life back then. "The moment I slipped that bracelet onto Ingrid's wrist, Hillary Waldram died. The woman standing here now is Hillary Lachlan."

The grass is like stain, as I join him, letting it crept up my bare legs. "All your feelings here, as a mortal, are heightened. Everything will feel softer, harder, taste nicer, and repulsive. Right now Aspen has a few dampers on your emotions, to help with how you cope. At least that's what I assume he's up to. Remember, they never consulted me with any of this," Asher grumbles, looking out over the cliff. "My heart bleeds for you," I mutter sarcastically. Asher shakes his head at me, his eyes blazing. "I see your attitude hasn't been hindered at all. Unfortunate."

“Okay, this is total BS. Why on earth would Sasha do something like this? All the elites will come for her! God, she's fucking cunning.” He sounded like he was talking more to himself. But yeah…he was right. Sasha just confirmed that subs were really bullied to death at Delengade and she even turned in her own friend. All to convince me she was serious about being a changed person? I hated to admit it, but it was working. My phone started to ring again and I answered it knowing it had to be Layla. “Are you done watching?” She asked. I turned to Peter whose expression was hard as he stared at me.

It was so sad that they haven't enjoy their childish life. Samuel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and finding a small glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Outside, the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the city. The world continued to turn, and life moved forward, even in the face of adversity. Jeff's phone rang with a familiar tune, and he quickly answered. "Hey, drake. What's the status?" Drake's voice came through, brimming with excitement. "We're arriving in Chicago soon. The deal is done, my friend. Get ready for some serious cash."

The subtext was: he didn't like her. Just then, Jessica's message came through again. Jessica: [Sweetie, did you see my message? If you know Asher, please, you have to know him! Can you ask him if he'd be willing to collaborate on a video with me?!!] Jessica's message instantly snapped Wendy back to reality. Jessica was a very successful YouTuber. For her to get this excited, and for Asher Voss to be someone she had to pull all sorts of strings just to get a connection with—Asher Voss was a bona fide American football superstar at the peak of his popularity.