Asher All American Novels & Stories

I couldn't take it anymore, and I slapped Rosa on the face. Since I had to do a lot of work by myself in the mountains, I had gotten a lot stronger. So, her face was swollen in no time. When she saw Yoel from the corner of her eyes, she took the opportunity to fall to the ground. Her white dress was tainted by the mud immediately. Yoel had just returned from collecting water from the river. When he saw what happened, he anxiously threw the bucket to the side.

Zara nodded and both left. They were walking back towards the locker room when she heard another scream coming right from the locker room. She ran towards it. She entered the locker room and the scene in front made her eyes widen. The ballet teacher Mrs. Halsey was lying in the pool of blood with a knife stabbed in her right eye. Soon crowd gathered outside the locker room and police was called KILLER’S POV: Wow! I really enjoy playing with Zara. She is not an easy target like her father and sister were. She is a fighter, so getting her down will be difficult but not impossible.

He wasn't making any sense with his analogy and even though I wanted to believe him to some extent, I kind of felt like there was a little something different about the way he was speaking like he wanted me to go What he didn't understand was that even about whatever was going on, I was ready to listen to him and provide solutions immediately instead of letting him wallow in such pain for so long. "Did you kill anyone in the process because I heard him saying that you are a murderer?" Asher took a deep breath, trying to probably hide the truth from me but that would only make him even more cowardly than I wanted him to be. "I killed a few people but not what you are thinking. I only dealt wi

ash : shutup honey how can you show my room to him me : what do you mean by it if I don't show your room should I let him to stay in my room ash : what the hell honey me : don't blame me your face is showing all answers ash : enough honey me : ok ok say did he accepted your proposal ash : yeah he accepted my proposal me : wow let's party hansika : what's going on here me : our ash is not single anymore hansika : really me : yeah niha : so now I have two sister in laws

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

"You are way too old to be playing the angsty Goth teen okay? Get that shit make up and highlight off and act your age." That grabbed her attention, she jerked up at him, eyes blazing, "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" But Asher was already back on the street, making his way back home. His night ruined, at least now he wasn't alone in his misery. "I am so going to hell," he thought, getting back into his rundown apartment building, a content smile lighting up his face. * * *

I assured them. “Bullshit! I bet she tricked us into coming here using Alpha Asher’s name!” Holly sneered. Just then, the door opened, and Asher walked in with his bodyguards. He wore handsome hunting gear today—a fitted outfit that showed off his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His tall boots and gloves completed the look. In a suit, he was already intimidating, but in this outfit, every muscle of his screamed power and charm. He looked like a walking hormone bomb.

Anna This motel is a far cry from the Ritz, but the plumbing works just fine, and after a long, hot shower, I’m feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. I swap my dusty outfit for some soft pajamas and exit the bathroom. Asher’s seated at the desk, totally absorbed with his computer. Jake lounges on one of the two beds, idly flipping through the motel’s advertised “350 channels of satellite TV!” All of them, it seems, are garbage.

Narrator- Alpha Asher casually gathered Miranda's limp form in his arms, along with her fallen keys and purse. Her head naturally leaned against his chest, and the moment her hair grazed against Asher's skin, he gladly breathed in a whiff of her natural scent. She smelled like sweet ripe oranges in the summer. Asher smiled and crossed the street, towards his SUV. He walked around the passenger side only to stop in his tracks when he noticed Joshua standing against the door with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.

The last ten percent were some of the deadliest soldiers on the planet, and they weren’t even Awakaned. The door slid open and Deputy Director Anna Starling walked inside. She was a short Nigerian American woman who was career Navy before taking a position with the AHDF and carried herself like the Rear Admiral Lower Half she never ceased to be. Following her were a man and a woman in dark service uniforms that lacked any markings, name patches, or branch designations.