Asher Forrester Novels & Stories

I found myself staring at the creases on his forehead and I could tell there was so much going on in his head. "It will be taken care of. You can rest assured that Victor will be dealt with," Asher spoke assertively, almost too sure that Victor won't be a cause of concern anymore. I just nod, not really in the headspace for asking or even knowing anything else. For all I care, Asher probably has planned out an entire 'torment to death' scheme once he gets a hold of Victor. Asher Lancaster is known for his sinister ways of 'dealing' with people and I am better off not knowing the details of those 'dealings'.

She just demanded it the way she demanded everything — like the world should bend before she broke it. Asher didn’t move. His eyes were still on the shutters, his jaw a hard line of stone. I grabbed the flask from my belt and set it by the stranger’s mouth. They drank like every drop was fire. Some dribbled down their chin, turning the crust of frost into wet streaks. “Don’t give them too much,” Asher said. “Shock’ll hit faster.” I tilted the flask back. “You suddenly a healer now?” “No,” he said. His eyes cut sharp to mine. “I’m someone who doesn’t like losing people in the middle of nowhere.”

Adams was trying to resist whatever was trying to drain his life out of him as he struggled inside Ashton. "What is it, Adams?" Ashton asked. "Where are we?" Adams asked. "In some kind of cell. I guess it is filled with mountain ash!" Ashton said. The guard who had brought him only pushed him into the cell from a distance. He then used some special switch to close the door. Mountain Ash was a special substance that could be used to trap wolves. Any wolf that was trapped using the mountain ash would never break free because the moment they tried, they will feel like every born in their body had been electrocuted.

subconsciously spoke out "Ash". Ashley inadvertently looked at Zack for a few seconds, he closely looked at Zack again trying to remember where he had seen this face "wait are you "lazy Zack?" Ashley asked in amazement. Zack stood up "damn it's been years Ash, how have you been, where have you been?". The other three looked at each other wondering what was happening, so they know each other, from where? Zack was so happy he motioned for Ashley to sit beside him and their conversation went on like they were the only people in the room. "excuse me please, how do you two know each other?" Asia asked feeling like the two men's enthusiasm was too much. Zack held Ashley's shoulder "this guy is

He's been a dick before, but he made a promise to himself that he'd never hurt her again. He took enough from her as it is. A son (or daughter), and now the man she loved. Oh, he's sure that she loved Damien Keller. It kills him to admit it, but it's the truth. He can only hope that she never finds out about what he's done, because if she does, he's a dead man. Ash Rockford is playing with fire. A woman's wrath can burn brighter than any hell he's ever seen, and he's been places. Ash took Damien away from her, and she's got sufficient power now to make him pay for what he's done. Ash's plan A failed, and he has no doubt that his plan B will fail as well.

When I found a man looking directly at me. "So you are Stella?" He asked. I nodded "good". He answered. “I am Asher your trainer.” He spoke, looking at him make me feel little scared, he was tall and had a bad guy face. “Follow me “He said

she blustered as she wrapped her see-through robe around her body. "Hey, I'm Asher." He shot her a big happy wave. "Don't let this body fool you: I'm really very mean." Asher crossed his arms over his chest. "And about to get bigger and badder. Your precious daughter saw to that." I fought back a smile. The dickhead. "Kie - " Ferria began.

Back at home, Silas Marlowe was humming praises for his amazing son, who was going to avenge his dear wife. He picked their wedding photo from the nightstand and traced her face with his fingers. After so many years, finally his son Asher would bring justice to their family. Asher was already in place at Garcia's mansion waiting for the right time to make his move.

She is torn between her quest for revenge and her growing feelings for her husband. 2. ASHTON LANGFORD: He is 28 years old. He’s 6’3” tall with black hair and light brown eyes. He has a toned and muscular build. He is known by the public as a ruthless control freak who doesn’t believe in love and thinks emotions are liabilities.

“You’ll unravel everything.” “That is precisely the point,” the stranger replied. Their amber eyes softened slightly as they looked at me. “My name,” they said, “is Alaric.” The name hit like distant thunder. I had heard it once before. Spoken in hushed tones in the oldest pack records. Alaric Thorn. The first male heir born to the Shadowfang bloodline in centuries. The one who vanished after the Blood Eclipse. The one my grandmother had erased from every story. “You’re her…” My voice faltered.