Novel & Cerita Asher All American

It echoed through the air, leaving a cloud of smoke hung in the air, and the smell of gunpowder lingered like a warning of the violence that had just occurred. I couldn't feel my legs anymore. I fell to the floor as I watched the lifeless body of Thomas who was crawling to survive a few minutes away on the floor. ASHER IS A MURDERER. ASHER IS A MONSTER. I was still trying to bear the pain of what just happened before my eyes when Asher turned around, and he started walking towards me. When he was far away from the lifeless body of Thomas in his pool of blood. Asher pressed a red button and the entire car caught fire with Thomas beside it, the red blazing hot flame consuming his already dead

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

Ash rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue. "I would love to see you anain, umm, I'm sorry but you haven't told me your name love," Rick says with a big beautiful smile. Unfortunately, Ash just stood there with her mouth open but no words came out. 'Oh, just great, now I've gone mute!' Ash thought, but thank god for Kim and Toni for noticing and stepping up beside her. "Her name is Ashley, Ash for short." Kim says while both her and Toni look to Ash with small smiles.

"Then you must have equally done a lot of shit with Alex. Alex Shorters.” What the hell did Faith and Cassie blab to him? Alex Shorters was merely one of my admirers back in Minnesota and I only had a crush on him, nothing more. “Shut up!" I glared hard at Asher. He seemed super pleased to have hit a nerve. “Yeah, you guys have done it a million times in many dirty and different ways." Has he suddenly gone nuts? How dare he say that to me? Without thinking, I picked the object nearest to him and flung it hard at his head.

“Too late.” Asher huffed, eyes still closed. “Christ.” ....

“You are harassing my mate.” “Our future Luna.” “My mate.” “Temporary technicality.” Dax’s aura flared. Asher grinned brighter, utterly fearless. “Fine, fine. Keep glaring. But admit it, little venom and I would be a better combo. She has trauma, I have knives. She wants justice, I have free time. She has enemies, I have enthusiasm. It’s fate.” I pressed a hand over my face, torn between horror and the ridiculous urge to laugh. “Asher, please stop talking.”

A faint smile curved her lips, but there was nothing warm in it. Ashleigh Dana sat beside Voss, her hair shifting in soft ripples of color I couldn’t read yet, pale gold at the roots, bleeding into streaks of copper and violet. Her attention was fixed on me, a quiet alertness beneath her otherwise casual posture. Of all of them, she felt the least threatening, though I knew she could be the most unpredictable.

That same sense of being on the edge of something irreversible. Thunder rolled again, louder this time. The lights above her buzzed, then dimmed for half a second. She looked up. Something was coming. She could feel it in her bones. She turned, sensing eyes on her. The silver-haired man watched Kael disappear down the corridor, then turned his gaze to Isla. His name was Thorne—a former Ashen sentry, now Kael’s most trusted advisor. His eyes, pale grey and sharp as flint, missed nothing.

"Enjoy your stay, Miss Lily." "Yes, thank you," the lady replied, smiling under her hat. The bustles of a busy road scratched at her ear when she finally left the subway. She passed by an alleyway, and a familiar ugly sound replaced the assaults of the street chatters and car engines. The world suddenly closed in on her as she slowly glanced at the direction of the sound of flesh hitting another flesh. "Yeah! Get him!" Three young men surrounded two others: Their faces were swelling in red and blue as they breathed in a ragged rhythm. Both wore angry faces, and it seemed as though they'd been long time enemies.

Clad in a plain black shirt as he walks through the door way. I walk to the dj set, and ask him to turn it doesn't. He does as I grab the mic and tap on it before speaking into it, catching everyone attention. “Hello~ lovely ladies and gentlemen” I catch a glimpse of Zion moving along with the crowd. “I know you are enjoying but do you know what's this bash for?” I ask, eyeing Zion who finally makes it in the front. “Tonight's Bash is for my amazing brother Zion” I drag the word ‘amazing’ in a slow silly way before adding,