Asher All American Novels & Stories

She finally understood. Everything she had, everything she was, was truly over. And I, a spirit in the moonlight, watched it all unfold. There was no joy, no relief. Only a profound emptiness. Revenge could not fill the void in my heart. A vampire turned to ash can never come back.

his face was probably saying what the f*ck? “It’s no problem. I could let a lady do all of this on her own” I couldn’t help but notice Asher’s brow burrow at his comment. Oh no “I appreciate it” I chuckled “Could you please open the booth, Mr. Stone?” “Let me” Mike collected the rest of the backdrops from me just as Asher tried to take them. I almost laughed. If looks could burn, Asher would have set the world on fire, and in a weird maybe narcissistic way I like that he was mad. He watched as Mike smiled at me while he placed the backdrops in the booth. he turned to me and asked.

Her not-well-proportioned hips swayed in her black see-through, sleeveless dress, leaving an ugly image behind her. She knew she had her by the balls with her words. If there was one thing Ash loved most in the world other than sex, it was money, big money. "Fifty percent and you have your whore for the night!" Ash called after her boss. "Thirty-five," she said softly as she paused in her steps, waiting for Ash to catch up with her. Getting in front of her, Ash voiced, "forty-five percent." Her eyes narrowed as she took in Ash's outfit. Her blue jeans were ripped as they exposed most of her smooth thighs, and her top covered more of her boobs than necessary.

The dagger vibrated, and one of the Alphas turned toward me. Her face was streaked with ash, her silver hair braided tight against her skull. She lifted a blade identical to the one in my hand and drove it into the chest of a monstrous wolf wreathed in darkness. The creature screamed—a sound that split the sky—and dissolved into a cloud of black mist. Remember, a voice whispered inside my mind. This is the price of power. The vision shattered and reformed. Another battlefield. Another war.

Her strength was startling, fueled by panic and the residual poison of the feral wolf’s corruption. “The wolf— its eyes!” She gasped, her chest heaving. Her gaze darted around the tent, landing on Mira, on Alex, on the familiar hides and herbs, but the terror didn’t leave her eyes. “It’s dead.” I said firmly, holding her gaze, pouring every ounce of my Alpha-born authority into my voice. “You’re safe. You’re in camp.” The fight seemed to drain out of her. She slumped back onto the cot, her breath still ragged. “It wasn’t… natural, Ash. It was like fighting a storm. No mind. Just… hunger and hate.”

"Asher, do you understand how dangerous that girl is? She—" "She’s not dangerous," Asher interrupted, his voice rising with the frustration he had been holding back. "You don’t know her. You never did." Camilla stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "But she drugged you, Asher! That’s what Cassius said. She drugged you at that party, and that’s why you—" "She didn’t drug me," Asher snapped, cutting her off. His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the intensity behind it. "Someone else did; she wasn’t trying to manipulate me. Whatever you think happened, you’re wrong."

We passed a motel quite some distance below—the one where we will be spending the night. “He really doesn’t want to be disturbed, huh?” I said considering how high up in the mountains we were. “Carter Gray has done some real shitty stuff throughout his life including the unfair means he used to win the Cold War…he has a lot to repent about,” Asher said, wrapping a thick jacket around me and zipping it up to my neck. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then took my hand. “Watch your steps on the snow…” he muttered. “You wouldn’t want to trip,”

"I'm good. I just wasn't prepared for the blast of his emotions. It's like these people just walk around blaring their emotions. I think I like Azica better if this is what it's always like here." Asher kissed her forehead. "We'll be back home as soon as we kill the idiot trying to kill you. Sleazy breezy, Cherrypie." Scarlet giggle snorted. "Of course. Just kill some random person we don't know. All's well." "It is in my book," Asher said as we followed the rest of the group through the doors of America's bank. "I just hope we can exchange our money," I said as the door slid shut with a muffled whisper behind me.

WG: You are cute, Precious AJ: Yeah, no, none of this is allowed AJ: No flirting allowed SL: For once, I agree with AJ OF: As I was saying, are you kidding me OF: How much more cliche can you be? SL: Blaming the black layouts and initials names everything on Asher OF: Mob boss Ash Ash: Shut up OF: Really... Ash: What's so wrong with it Ash: We are not about to put our faces on the internet recklessly OF: You could have put a fox instead Ash: Foxes are cute

The trafficker's finger tightened on the trigger, and Asher closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. But instead of the expected shot, he heard a strange, meaty thud. The trafficker's grin faltered, and his eyes widened in shock. Asher opened his eyes to find the trafficker flying backward as if yanked by an invisible force. He crashed to the ground, his massive frame trembling like a leaf. Asher struggled to sit up, his leg screaming in agony as he gritted his teeth against the waves of pain. He crawled backward, using a nearby tree for support, and positioned himself to observe the scene unfolding before him.