Asher Forrester Novels & Stories

Put the plate beside the bed side locker back and went to the bathroom. He came out after some minutes with a tower, wore the cloth that he put on the chair and dressing for work. Ashar’s father took his walking stick on the table, stood up and going upstairs when Ashar too was coming down from the staircase. Ashar’s father had an accident three years back from the hand of their army robber driver, he wanted to kill Ashar’s father then because of the money that he drove him to the bank to collect and wanted to use for a contact. It was his legs that injured and with all the money and surgery the leg didn’t really balance.

Kihara asked Victor, “If all he does is sleep, then why does he bother to go?” Victor had looked at her. “What else would he do?” Then he had leaned in towards her, as if on his tongue was a secret no one else must hear but herself. “The truth is the corporate world does not interest Asher. That is why he found bad company in the past.” Kihara did not need to see Victor’s face to know who bad company referred to. Don Edwards. “Asher craves danger, he craves the thrill of adventure, and…” Victor did not continue. The look on his face went from conspiratorial to wide-eyed horror. Kihara traced his line of sight and turned her head to find Asher stalking at the doorway, his eyes trained on the

“I’ll tell you next time I see you.” I walk away. Always leave them wanting more. Foster buckles his pants as he strides out of the bathroom. As the door swings closed, I spot the birthday girl fixing her make-up in the bathroom mirror. “Alright. Let’s go crush the hybrid’s skull, and put an end to that pussy Alpha Asher once and for all,” Foster seethes.

The outfit complemented his muscular build, and he was ready to face the day. Ashier walked out of the chamber with the guards in front and behind him, his posture tall and regal. He was in a good mood despite the events of the previous night. He had pushed thoughts of his death to the back of his mind and was determined to enjoy his special day. As he walked, lost in his thoughts, someone suddenly bumped into him, causing him to stumble slightly. He felt an electric shock run through his body as he made eye contact with the person who had bumped into him.

Meanwhile, Olive stood watching as Asher attended to Johnson like his own father. Though the two were unspeakably identical, they were not related. Asher came from the southeast of Asia—Japan to be precise—and was raised by American parents’ before he met Macerio, who kidnapped him for his deeds. Ever since then, Asher’s undying loyalty has been questioned.

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

George climbed on the passenger side and Jamie hopped on the back. Asher revved up the engine and rushed out of the pack's territory. "I hired Ben to help with the investigation of Anise's murder," Asher explained while driving at the highest possible speed through the forest's terrain, "and he quickly deduced that we had a mole in the pack."

“They’re not real. They can’t be. Vampires and werewolves and witches, that’s a huge stretch, but fine, okay, maybe, but dragons?” My pulse raced. My hands trembled. The words hit like a punch in the gut. I took a step back. Then another. “You’ve made a mistake,” I said. “I’m just a girl. Just Nora Carver. An unwanted orphan with a bad attitude and a glitchy brain. I don’t have power. I don’t have a legacy. I barely even have a past.” Ashleigh’s hair turned a pale gold as she said, “But now you have a future.”

On the day we were about to register our marriage for the ninety-ninth time, I, Joshua Smith, went rigid as I read those words flickering before my eyes. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. It was the memory of being poisoned in my previous life, so vivid it felt as though it had just happened. Talia Ford, my wife, saw me frozen and snapped impatiently, "Joshua, move! Get out of my way! I need to go to the hospital with Uncle Adam!"

well, the truth was laid bare. Asher was the bastard.