Asher All American Novels & Stories

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

I hate more that part of me understands why they do. Understanding is not forgiveness. It is only harder than hatred. Branches scrape my sleeves. Mud sucks at my boots. My body aches in layers, palm, ribs, back, hips, the deep center of me where magic and motherhood keep arguing over the same blood. Ashen shifts once. I stop for half a breath. Kael turns. “I’m fine,” I say before he can ask. His eyes drop to my stomach. “I said I’m fine.” “I heard you.”

At least she won’t be having any headache that she didn’t plan anymore, she heaves a deep sign and pay the cab driver off before going to the small entrance that they have always used. Few hours later, Asher step down from his car looking very tired already, is this how he’s going to continue with all this? Just the first day and it’s seems like hell. People are right about him being brutal and has no human fear in him but all his life he didn’t ever think that he did bad to someone who does not deserve it. People out there won’t believe that but it’s just the truth does that have a taste of his anger is because they deserve it one way or the other.

Luna uttered gratefully. The next afternoon, Hunter, frustrated at still not having a chance to act against Luna, drove back to the apartment complex he was renting and decided to eat at a nearby restaurant. As soon as he ordered, two foreign men wearing black caps walked into the restaurant. The similar-looking men appeared to be brothers. Both were tall and muscular, with large tattoos covering their wrists and necks. From a distance or up close, they didn't look like the kind of people to mess with. They sat at the table next to Hunter's and casually threw a backpack containing tools onto the chair beside them. Then, in low voices, they began speaking in Naavean.

“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.

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. ''

Before I could utter a foolish word like ‘break a leg,’ Asher had pulled away and was headed towards the stage with the other guys. “I wonder if she even has enough money to bid on the least of all of them.” I heard one of Serena’s minions whisper, albeit not so low because everyone in the damn hall heard her. They reminded me of sharks closing on their prey…or rather, killer whales. Asher winked at me from where he stood in the center, the tallest of all of them….he was so fucking handsome. Just then, the television displayed the most infuriating headline,