Asher Forrester Novels & Stories

She had to stop him from learning what she was now certain was true. Mia Thompson was Elena Ashford. And if Nikolai proved it, Cassandra would lose everything.

“Alright, men, let’s hustle!” I turn and shield my eyes from the sun to see the coach coming forward. I’ve seen him on TV before during the games. Coach Forrester, who looks every single one of his sixty-plus years. He’s wearing a backward hat, a t-shirt with the Ozark logo, and cargo shorts. He reminds me of Asher’s dad, only because I can see the tanned muscles and football body. I remember hearing he was a player back during my childhood, and I struggle to imagine him on any team.

Asher had listened to every request, no matter how small, and treated them with the utmost importance. He had also planned small gatherings within the pack to boost morale. The constant attacks were weighing on everyone, and Asher was determined to provide an outlet for the frustration. He also began preparations for funerals of the lost werewolves in our pack, and gave large financial settlements to the families. As each of the dead were named, Asher's eyes seemed to dim. I could tell he took every death personally, every life lost was another chip on his shoulder.

Author’s pov Ordering a glass of Bourbon Asher stood at the bar glancing at his wrist watch every five minutes. Dressed up in black leather jacket and white t-shirt pairing it up with a light blue denim and white sneakers Asher was quite sure about his look tonight.he ran fingers in his thick hairs inhaling calm and deep breaths.

By the time they arrived at the country club, his mood was already ruined. ___________ The country club was filled with the usual crowd—men in tailored suits, women in elegant dresses, the scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey in the air. Asher’s shoulders stiffened when he spotted a familiar face among them. One of the Fords. The older man smirked as he approached. “Asher Josh,” he drawled, holding a burning cigar in between his fingers . “It’s been a while.” Asher clenched his fists. The Ford family was a name he didn’t want to be associated with. They were a reminder of everything he’d fought to bury. Everything that haunted him.

His mouth twisted oddly as he spoke, and Freya's breath caught when she noticed he had no front teeth. "We tracked down Miss Makena in Worcester. I gathered all my men and went after her, but the strigoi had set a trap. He persuaded a group of hunters, who believed he was human, to fight for him. They slaughtered all of my men." Asher lied because he was the one who brought the hunters. But he could not afford to appear weak in front of the family whose daughter he wanted. Asher didn't care about Akira's claim that he was never involved in killing his parents.

Asher William Xander is a man of Stanford nationality with a tall, sturdy posture and sharp jet-black eyes that make him respected by many. This man with a dominating character is the son of one of the 5 Lunaris Noble Families. Despite having a high background, Asher, born in the womb of an ordinary woman living in Broughton, had his childhood experience bullying from several children of the nobility. Having a dark past made him hate the Stanford aristocracy.

This makes him wonder if truly Kyle's words are true after all. Is Asher not human? Did he have any secret identity? When these thoughts were going on, Asher turned to the man who had accused him falsely and quickly, Mr Floyd dropped his curious gaze to apologize. " Please forgive me, Dr Asher. I was ... I was only concerned about what the public would say if they heard Castro is dead " Again, Floyd embarrassed himself to the boots. He wish the earth would part up so he could sink in out of shame. Silence fell after this apology. Everyone was waiting for Asher's words, but they didn't come through. At that moment, his cell phone came ringing out, and he pulled it out, all eyes on him as he s

He said to me. Asher stalked closer to doctor Fred, coming to a stop in front of him. The rage coming off him is enough to fill this abandoned house. I could hear the low growl from him. Doctor Fred's face pales and his hazel eyes flashed with fear as he swallowed nervously. Casually, Asher stuffs his hañds in the pockets of his pants. “Feeling better now? It's such a shame for a doctor like you to lose your arm, now.” He sneered into his face.

Christian scoffed lightly and turned his head forward with no further questions. Christian Asher, 28 years old, with a chain of companies. He is one of the most influential men in the business world, 6' ft tall, with big brown eyes and dark straight hair. He is street-smart, business oriented, secretive, confident, and sporty, That nation's perfect man. Though he is well known, he keeps to himself a lot, and nothing much is known about him. Including the fact that he's happily married.