Asher Forrester Novels & Stories

Asher yelled smiling. "Yes, Dear. I'm good by the way. How are you?" Charlie yelled. "I'm good too. I will come down after getting fresh. Let's talk then." Asher said. "Sure, son." Charlie yelled back smiling brightly. Asher smiled seeing him after so long. Asher is an out going personality, kind and sweet. He doesn't look if the person is poor or rich. He will just talk and help the person if he likes that particular person. He is too genuine and honest. He can never able to imagine hurting a soul. No matter who that person is, he will do his best to make that person happy. He looks at everyone as if everyone is his own people which makes the others feels good about Asher.

Asher runs an underground dark market, how did he get Asher as his hit man. ‘Morning Monalisa’ Jeremy greets. ‘Morning…uhm Jeremy do you know who this is?’ Monalisa asks handing Jeremy the photo of Asher. ‘Who…holy cow, this is the dude who promised to give me a job then tied me in a chair so you could come rescue me’. ‘So you know him…he’s marco hit man’. ‘He’s a hit man, so he’s the one who tried to kill us on that abandoned bridge’ Jeremy asks sitting on the bed.

"More like he is getting ready for a photoshoot. " "Myra honey, please let Reyna pay attention to her guests. Come over here, we still have some fruits to harvest." Myra groaned as she obeyed her mother. She left me alone with my thoughts, still hesitating to walk over to him. I sighed, and started pushing my steps forward. Asher was standing at the end of the field, wearing black turtleneck, rolled up the sleeves to his elbow. He had sunglasses on this time, with grey pants. His hair was neatly styled to the side ci Eric g one if his perfect eye. I agreed with Myra, he was either getting ready for a photoshoot or he just stepped out from a magazine. I got to where he was, smirking as he rem

I'm not against erasing them from the map. No longer sparing a word at the men, Alexander ushered the shell-shocked Asher into his Porsche and drove off.

I would take down everyone who had ever hurt her, starting with him. ~~~~~~~ Flashback Finding Asher Kingston hadn’t been difficult. Men like him always thought they were untouchable, hiding behind polished shoes, manicured reputations, and expensive cologne. But underneath, they were nothing more than cowards. All it took was one thread pulled from the seams of his life, and the entire suit unraveled.

It looked like a man. "Hi!" I heard as cold shivers ran down my spines. Standing before me was a man with piercing blue eyes and had a jet-black hair. "Hey!" He said again waving at me as he tucked his hands back into his black leather jacket. "Who are you?" I asked trying to hide my fear. "I am Asher," the man replies, his voice low and mysterious. "And I'm here to help you take down Hailey and Kayla once and for all." He told me.

POV: JAXON Four-year-old Asher was blissfully unaware of everything. The threats. The danger. The Romano legacy. To him, life was simple: dinosaurs and whether we'd have pancakes or waffles for breakfast. Today was a pancake day. "Daddy! Look!" He held up a plastic T-Rex. "He's eating Rowan's homework!" "Asher, no!" Rowan grabbed his math worksheet from the dinosaur's jaws. "Dad!"

I had barely taken a few strides when a familiar steel voice stopped me. "Grace.“ I turned around with an equally steel stare at the caller. Asher. He had just come out of the locker room. His hair, dripping wet, fell over his face. He wore a fitted shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing those annoyingly perfect abs that did something unsettling to my stomach. I refused to let it leave an impression on me. It did though. "Do you realize the gravity of what you just did to the devices in that bag?” Asher demanded in an unusual calm tone.

“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.

In the field, FPSG stood for First Person Shooting Game, which became bastardized, unofficial code across all branches of the military over the past hundred years for if you find a weapon, it’s yours to wreak havoc with. “We need to get those magic restraints off, first.” Knight eyed his team before he let his attention settle on Xander, who seemed way too tense. “They didn’t give you one.” “I told Lilia he was Strike Force, not an Awakaned. He’s not in our uniform. Guess she believed me for some reason,” Tanner explained before shrugging. “Guess I lied.” Xander and Kira were both Awakaned that's for sure, although he's still skeptical on what Kira's gifts is, he's sure that she has some pow