Asher All American Novels & Stories

"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,

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

Ashier winced in pain as the physician worked, but he remained still, knowing it was necessary for his recovery. As the physician worked, Alisha anxiously watched, her worry etched across her face. She had hoped for better news, but her heart sank when the physician began to explain the severity of Ashier's condition. The physician revealed that Ashier had lost a significant amount of blood, more than they had initially realized. The physician expressed disappointment that the message sent by the earlier physician hadn't conveyed the gravity of the situation.

“This is Ash. Boss Alessandro’s men captured him during their trip in Alaska about six months ago as per the Boss’ order.” “Is he dead? Did they kill him?” I ask. My questions nip my throat, evoking shakiness in my voice. “He is dead.” Dr. Gustavo’s answer is calm and proud, provoking anger to ferment in my blood. But the goofy scientist doesn’t stop there. He continues to brag how and why the wolf is now dead. “Ash was so wild and strong that Clonazepam or a bullet wound couldn’t tame him, so Boss Alessandro’s men had to shoot him to death when he’s brought to this laboratory.”

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

“I knew you would not hurt me.” The warmth of her hand against his cheek made him flinch– not out of fear, but because the sensation was almost too much to bear. It was a kindness he had forgotten how to receive. His eyes closed, and he leaned into her touch despite himself. A single, jagged breath escaped him. “It was not okay,” he said, his voice cracking. “I was not myself. That thing inside me… it wants to turn everything to ash.” he opened his eyes, looking at her with a desperate sort of honesty. The amber in his left eye seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart. His hand reached up, covering hers where it rested on his cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her knuckles with a gentl

“You shouldn’t let this asshole get to you. He is obviously lying to get on your nerves.” Ashen sneered, his lips curling with venom. “You think… I was lying?” His voice rang across the rink. He turned his head slowly, his smirk widening. “Let’s not waste words, then. Let’s ask the bitch herself. Let’s ask her if her mother isn’t the infamous Pack’s whore.”

asher said in a hoarse tone, squeezing my palm uncomfortable hard, till I yank it out. “ sorry” His hands fork his hair for the third time now as he exhale deeply, “ we would just grab it, and leave, it late” he said, cutting through the line, as we go to the top. “ you are killing the traditional spirit “ ones again in a not so fluent English, as he narrows his brow at asher, who had his eyes glued at the man smirking at him, my eyes travel back to asher, the man sighs, “ two burger coming up”

The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die. Asher leaned against a customized Harley, his bandaged arm in a sling, looking unfairly seductive despite the fact that he was currently being a brooding prick. “It’s not oil, princess. It’s high-octane fuel. And trust me, I have much more creative things in mind for your body than dumping it.”