Asher Angel Bulge Novels & Stories

She was born in flames, and from these ashes she would rise—and destroy the entire damn system. --- In the background of a single penthouse far, far away, Adrian Sinclair gazed at the first headline brave enough to ask the question: **Who is behind Nova Ascendancy Group—and why are the titans of Wall Street terrified?** He smiled, the glint of a worthy adversary lighting up his single. "Well done, Natalie," he whispered. "The game is on."

For the past two centuries, I've been a shadow his in her own shadow. First off, she took Martains away from me, stole my position as the Luna and still stood in my way, preventing me from actualizing my dream. "I thank the moon goddess for giving me such an innocent face. Nobody is ever going to blame me directly for anything with my looks on the outside." I watched Ashley groaning in pain as the whip tore through her flesh. She was trying to endure on her own and had even blocked out her wolf from helping her. Gradually, she lost it and her eyelids closed in utter surrender. She was gone! Gone forever.

She replied back. The gate was iron, chained shut, the top wrapped in rusted barbed wire that could still do some damage to a human body. Angel thrust out her arms, gathering the entire team in her anti-grav power, turning them weightless as she lifted everyone over the gate and deposited them on the other side.

Ashier stood up and walked to the giant mirror in his room. He stood in front of the mirror with his eyes peering at his own image. He pulled off his shirt and turned his back to the mirror, revealing a big wound that ran from his left shoulder blade to his lower back. It was a deep gash that looked like it had been made by a sharp blade.

“For a boy and for a girl.” Natsuki’s smile widened. “Cherubim and Seraphim.” Ashriel stopped for a moment. “The two strongest angels?” He nodded. “Why?” She asked. “So that you’ll be reminded that you always have wings.” Natsuki smiled but suddenly, at the corner of his eyes, he saw a cockroach. “DIE!” Ashriel turned around and saw Edom. For a moment, she froze but then she took her gun but, “NOOO!”

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Most people had already forgotten what she looked like. If Sheila appeared as Yara, no one would have reason to suspect her. Once everything was arranged, the two of them booked flights to Aster City together. On the plane, Cassius looked at Sheila's face. After the subtle changes she had made to her appearance, she looked different enough that few people would recognize her. He let out a quiet sigh. "Sheila..." He smiled faintly. "No. I guess I should start calling you Yara. "You've sacrificed so much just to get revenge. Do you think you'll ever regret it?"

The golden Italian sun filtered through the tall windows of the Lake Como villa, casting long, elegant patterns across the marble floors. Alex Voss stood on the main terrace overlooking the water, his posture straight and commanding despite the lingering stiffness in his shoulder. The sling had come off two days earlier, but he still moved with careful precision, favoring the arm without ever quite admitting to it. He was every inch the powerful billionaire again — the man who had rebuilt his empire out of fire and ash once already and clearly intended to do it a second time if the world demanded it. Here in Italy his presence felt magnified, as if the mountains and the water itself recogniz

“We can’t let him—” “We won’t,” Ace growled. Ashley stepped forward, ignoring Jax’s grip on her arm. “Ashley—don’t,” he hissed. Her eyes stayed on Delgado. On Hammer staggering. On Nolan trapped below. On the Vipers bleeding around her. Something inside her hardened. Delgado wanted her back? Fine. But he was about to learn what it felt like to chase prey he could no longer control. Ashley lifted her chin. “This ends tonight,” she whispered.

She was always a good reason to withstand hell he thought as he answered, “You bet your pretty ass Angel.” He meant it too. There was nothing he wouldn’t put himself through to get her to sit down and relax more, to rest and not just sleep, to have everything she needed to be and feel loved better. The way she subconsciously tucked herself deeper into the sheet she was already so wrapped in just softened his already too mushy heart and confirmed what he already knew. He hadn’t known what it was in life and he sure as hell hadn’t figured it out in the afterlife. Whatever this woman was made of was pure alchemy and no matter how deep in the worst parts of himself he’d been swimming, she seemed