Novel & Cerita Asher All American

**** DARIUS LARK’S POV The Almighty Asher Nightshade, the pictures on the billboards, magazines and internet don’t do justice to how intimidatingly confident he is… I thought to myself as I received his handshake… firm grip he has! “Good afternoon Mr. Asher” I say “You have built yourself a lovely company” I added looking around “Thank you Mr Lark” Asher says as he gestures for me to have a seat. “How was your flight” he asks “Splendid” I answered with a tiny smirk “Welcome to Raven’s Peak, what can I offer you? Champagne, Cuban cigar? What do you care for?” Asher ask “A glass of water would do. Ahem!” I answered clearing my throat

Alpha Asher snapped. I froze.

Call me if you are gamed. This surely wasn't made up, Sebastian might be capable of anything and everything, but not bluffing. If he said he had the CCTV footage, then he had it, and it was something I desperately needed, or Rylee would forcefully retrieve it, which was also bad news for me. This was a case of being between the devil and the deep blue sea. "Hey babe." Asher stepped out of the bathroom with only a pair of shorts on. His chest hair was clustered together in some areas, as he was still wet. He was a tall alluring glass of an enticing smoothie.

"I have her in my arms." "Great," Asher said coldly. "Then shoot her. Just shoot her, so we can kill you and get this over with. At least then we can leave this place. Just make a decision already." His voice shook with impatience. "I’m not good with this negotiation thing," he gritted out, I could sense it; he was on the edge of his anger and his patience. And I was terrified that the cost of that edge snapping… would be me.

"Whether you're number one hundred or five hundred, what difference does it make? The result is the same, ridiculous alpha. You're not the first. Get over it. There's a long line of men who gave me pleasure before you." A wounded expression crosses Asher's face, as if my enjoying my own freedom had stabbed him. He pulls his fingers out of me and grabs my thigh again, but this time he squeezes so hard it hurts, making me flinch and tremble. "Since you're a slut, the most overused omega in the entire county, there's no point in being gentle. I'm just taking what five hundred other men have already used before me, you filthy omega," Asher says, consumed by rage.

“Who sent you? And what's in it for you?” Daniel asked, still trembling while the latter stayed relaxed as if death was no threat to him. “I came on my own Accord.” He muttered lazily, his eyes nearly closing up when one of the investigation shoulders splashed warm water on his face. He sprung to reality, the hint of drowsiness he had before on his face was now vanished as though it never was. “I said I came on my own accord, you unleashed dogs!” He cursed, his brows furrowed as he shot a glare towards me.

Hope The sound of people banging and clattering about has my eyes snapping open amd my heart rate jumping in alarm. For a second i dont know where i am or whats happening and then everything from the past week coming crashing into me like a stones being throw. Being aressted. the cells, the wolves, being a sevant in serves to those fucking monsters. I groan and sit up my head pounding from the sudden rush of information coming back to my brain. Maria rushes in worry and aggravation written all over her face" Girls get up , what are you doing !" hurry dress and meet me in the kitchen" We musint be late!" She off in a hurry yelling the same at the girls in the rooms next to ours . I look over

Hearing the door open, he raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Brewster. Brewster breathed hitched. He could feel Ace's terrible mood. Ace returned his gaze to his laptop, "Wash up." He ordered. Brewster nodded and slowly dragged his feet to the bathroom. His mind wandered as he opened the shower, letting the water pour over his body while he rubbed it. "I hope... he pays me this time." He silently wished.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…