Asher All American Novels & Stories

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.

yet when Haya spoke, Asher suddenly ran towards Asher and just hit him in the head. Asher and Haya are confused by what Asher is doing. He tried to punch her again, but Haya stopped him. "Asher, stop it! You got it wrong!" said Haya. "Of course we're just talking here." said Asher. "Are you still talking? When you hug him, huh ?!" said Asher angrily. "Asher, we're sitting empty, trust me." said Haya. Again, he approaches Asher, but Asher is still angry and dies.

"Ashly?" "ASHLY?"

He said in an irritated tone. Felan noticed that Ashur was done and back in the truck. “These will work.” She said, grabbing the radios. She handed the Cashier $40.00. “Keep the change.” She said before running out the door. She jumped in the truck and put on her seatbelt as Ashur drove off. “You did great.” Ashur said. “Thank you.” She said handing him the $20.00 he had left and opening the radios handing one to Keyne. “We can have fun with these later.” She told him. Ashur didn’t bother to question. He was too focused on being sure they weren’t being followed.

Still seething from the slap, she sounded wounded as she demanded, "Then prove it. You don't have to touch her. Slip laxatives into her food and make her pay with brutal pain!" Asher stiffened and hesitated for a long beat before saying, "Okay." The footage ended abruptly. My fingers tightened around the phone as I trembled. I couldn't stop shaking with pure rage. It turned out my diarrhea was because Asher had dosed me with laxatives. What a petty, childish way to get even! Asher had shattered the image I had of him. Grief, despair, and fury crashed over me at once, and my head felt like it might burst.

Jay, he try sneaking a peek at the side in an attempt to sight the shooter Closing his eyes Jay sigh in relief “They are gone” “They? So there are more than one of them?” state Asher “Probably,” Jay “Who exactly are you?” Asher It was Asher's turn to close his eyes, he needed time to absorb, this whole situation is too much for a social introvert like him. For a person who only knows the distance between home and school, the outside world is far from one galaxy. Dodging bullets, gunshot, assassination and stuff were the things he saw in movies aside from not knowing he also did not want to experience.

My throat felt scraped raw from screaming, moaning, begging, and taking cock after cock down it. Even my jaw hurts. I tried to roll over, well, big mistake because a sharp, stabbing pain lanced through my lower back and hips. I hissed long and low, curling tighter into myself like a wounded animal. “Fuck… fuck fuck fuck…” The bed dipped beside me and I turned in time to see who it was. Asher. He was shirtless, hair a wreck, faint red lines still visible across his shoulders and chest from where I’d clawed and cut him last night.

He didn't want to but he had to break her heart. "What will you take to leave me alone?" He asked rudely. "If you are that desperate then you should at least learn some usual tricks to climb a rich bed, because you____" His head snapped aside as he received a tight slap. "That's it! Thank you for telling me why this was a toxic attraction..." She gritted hatefully. "Thank you so much, KING!" He sighed in defeat as she got out of the car and walked away after slamming his car door shut. He punched the steering wheel angrily.