Asher All American Novels & Stories

“What do you want me to do boss?” “Nothing, I am currently tailing her boss. I am sure that he will lead me to her” I hung up and waited for them to come back. Soon they set off again and pulled up at a tattoo shop right behind the hummer that I saw leave earlier. What the hell were they up to. The windows were all painted over so there was no way I would be able to look though. I would have to sit and wait for them to come out. Suddenly one of the guards came back out and walked over to a shed. I gasped as he pulled out a beautiful, limited-edition Harley. Man, that thing would cost a shit load, even I would think twice about spending that much and I am loaded. He then pushed it back inside

A narrator’s voice followed: "This is not a story of survival. It’s a story of rebirth." The final frame: "Rising From the Ashes. Coming soon." It went viral within hours. Across the city, Adrian saw the video on his phone. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the device. She had just declared war in the most public, glamorous way possible. He picked up his phone. "Get me Natalie. Now." Back at the retreat, Natalie received the call. Amara glanced at the screen and arched an eyebrow. "Adrian Sinclair." Natalie took the phone and answered. "What do you want?"

"Oh shit! Jax!" I run to the driver's side door, assessing Jax. I can feel a steady pulse. He looks to have just been knocked out from the impact. He's strapped in, and I can see blood dripping from his face. He looks to have a few lacerations, but otherwise seems to be ok. I stand up to look for anyone or anything that may have more information from the crash. Possible dash cam footage, or security tapes that could give more insight into what happened.

Most people had already forgotten what she looked like. If Sheila appeared as Yara, no one would have reason to suspect her. Once everything was arranged, the two of them booked flights to Aster City together. On the plane, Cassius looked at Sheila's face. After the subtle changes she had made to her appearance, she looked different enough that few people would recognize her. He let out a quiet sigh. "Sheila..." He smiled faintly. "No. I guess I should start calling you Yara. "You've sacrificed so much just to get revenge. Do you think you'll ever regret it?"

Early the next morning, Daisy got ready to head out. Caleb was going through documents in the living room. He looked up at her briefly. "Going shopping?" "Yeah. Mia asked me to meet her." Daisy picked up her purse. Caleb nodded. "Call me if anything happens." Daisy left the house and walked along the street. She glanced down at her phone. Mia had texted saying she was almost there. Suddenly, the black sedan behind her accelerated. Before she could even turn around, the car slammed into her. Her body flew forward and hit the ground hard. Her head struck the curb, and blood immediately streamed down from her forehead.

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.

The scolding and the sharp slap of words came together. “You…” Liz stared in surprise at Asher, who pushed through the crowd, holding a paper cup of coffee and carrying a backpack. “Were they the ones barking all this time?” Asher casually pointed at Lana and Laura. Liz’s two “friends” were shocked and stared at Asher. His appearance was unexpected, as was his handsome face. Asher tied his slightly long hair back, pulling away the strands that usually covered part of his face, revealing his features perfectly—and they were perfect. His appearance was casual, wearing a denim jacket and a white T-shirt, but still flawless, supported entirely by his rugged, masculine Italian looks.

“You slept okay?” “I did.” She hesitated. “What about Shane?” Asher’s jaw tensed for a moment before he set his mug down. “Still asleep, probably nursing a hangover. He had a rough night.” Alissa looked away, lips tightening. “I figured.” “He said some... complicated things,” Asher added gently. “He’s confused. Bitter. But that doesn’t excuse everything.” “I’m used to it,” she murmured. “It’s easier if I just don’t expect much. There is nothing to look back. ''

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

Asher made a quick shower and change his suits to a comfy pair of turquoise shorts and a plain white t-shirt where his biceps almost fill the edge of it. He's a fit guy and anyone fell for his muscular chest and broadened abs. He rubs his hair to make it messy and it adds a cooler look to him. He decided to go downstairs to meet Maggie and his mom for dinner even he's not glad to do it. He just doesn't want to hurt his mom since she's very sensitive in a moment like this.