Asher All American Novels & Stories

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

He cursed under his breath. “Fuck. I have to check who that is. I’ll be right back.” He leaned in quickly, pressed a firm kiss to my forehead, and murmured, “Don’t go anywhere.” Then he jogged back up the stairs, leaving me alone with Ashley again. The second he was out of sight, her face changed. The warm, polite mask dropped. Her green eyes turned cold as she looked me up and down. “So,” she said, her voice flat. “You’re the American.”

Driver guy looked amused again, "Well, would you like to introduce yourself first, or shall we?" He seemed to have something of an air of authority to him, like the other two let him take the lead naturally. He was also the tallest, and bulkiest of the three, though they were all easily over six foot and heavily built, with well-defined muscles. She smiled awkwardly, "Uh.. well, I'm Ashallia," she said quietly, her nervousness coming through in her voice, "Most just call me Ash or Asha, though."

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Lori Have you ever wanted to kill someone for being a sexy smart ass who pisses you off at the same time makes you feel so turned on you can’t see straight? That’s exactly how Asher Baker makes me feel daily and has since I was old enough to realize what sexual frustration was. Asshole had been my crush since before I knew what a crush was. He was always there. Always the guy I compare everyone else to. My best friend's brother. But I was done! I wasn’t going to let him keep affecting me this way. It’s not fair to me or anyone around me. I was becoming a hateful bitch, and I refused to let him change me. There was too much shit going on in my life right now to have to put up with his alpha b

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.

“Let them eat you, baby. Let them worship this pussy until you can’t think straight.” I came again with a broken sob, thighs shaking around their heads. They kept licking me through it, gentler now, drawing it out until I was twitching and oversensitive. When they finally pulled back, their mouths were shiny with my arousal. The sight made something deep inside me clench. Asher stood up and pulled his shirt off. His body was incredible — toned, strong, perfect. Finn and Silas followed, stripping down to their boxers. The outline of their cocks made my mouth go dry.

“Then the first lesson starts now. Shoulders back. Stop staring at your shoes. You look like you’re being led to your own execution. It’s not a good look.” “Jax?” I froze. Asher. He was jogging across the street toward us, dressed in gym clothes with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his hair still damp from a post-match shower, and he looked effortlessly, infuriatingly handsome. He came to a stop in front of us, his focus initially on Jax. “Hey, man. I tried calling you after the match.” “Phone died,” Jax said smoothly, not missing a beat. His posture had shifted instantly, becoming more relaxed, more Jax. It was like watching an actor step into a role.

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

Luna uttered gratefully. The next afternoon, Hunter, frustrated at still not having a chance to act against Luna, drove back to the apartment complex he was renting and decided to eat at a nearby restaurant. As soon as he ordered, two foreign men wearing black caps walked into the restaurant. The similar-looking men appeared to be brothers. Both were tall and muscular, with large tattoos covering their wrists and necks. From a distance or up close, they didn't look like the kind of people to mess with. They sat at the table next to Hunter's and casually threw a backpack containing tools onto the chair beside them. Then, in low voices, they began speaking in Naavean.