Asher Forrester 소설 & 이야기

“You will never hurt her again.” Grover nodded his head. “I’ll forget she ever existed!” His voice was desperate, and he kept nodding his head. “Good,” Asher said, and stuck the knife into his throat. Grover’s eyes widened with shock, and blood spilled out of the wound as Asher pulled the knife free, then he stuck the knife in Grover’s thigh, and turned his head to look at Emerson. The blood bubbled and he made one last desperate gurgling sound.

Asher muttered, but then his eyes widened and darted to the side. He grabbed a small black leather bag Kara had dropped when she stormed in earlier. There were lipsticks, a dagger, a tiny mirror—then his face lit up like he had struck gold. “Bingo,” he whispered, holding up a sleek bottle of perfume. I grinned. “Good job… See? It wasn’t so hard to rebel.” I praised, and he smiled cheekily as he handed me the bottle. I sprayed it all over myself and even my insides, just for good measure. The smell was overwhelmingly strong and I coughed. “Shit—”

Asher POV My name’s Asher Voss. Twenty-eight, two hundred and ten pounds of scarred muscle, and the undisputed bastard of the Black Veil circuit for three straight years. Nobody touched me in the ring, nobody got close enough outside it either. I liked it that way kept the hunger sharp, the rage clean.

" Landen ,If Nithra is alive I would have stood alone .As usual my aura ,might be .She is my strength .I lived for her .But ,now I don't have a strength. I am similar to corpse . If her death is an natural one ,I would have been just a wound and after days ,it might have healed. but ,it's not an natural death .It's a painful death .The way ,how I showered her love .Is the same way ,how I break and crushed her into pieces and made her end up with death .I can still ,recall the happy words which she mentioned me and imagined to open up . Exactly,I don't know what happened on that day . But,when I regained my sense back all I knew is I had bullied my Nithra with vulgar words and broken het trus

He seems interested in me before he knew that I am the Max who lied to him and now that he found out that we're only one person, I thought he will get mad at me but it's the other way around. He even hired me again to go back to his company and that's a relief. I can take back my job again and earn money but as we always see each other at the workplace, something felt igniting. I thought he's becoming kind and teased to me but that makes me get worried too. He's Asher Aragon of Ace Company, a billionaire bachelor businessman and a respected human being. When you compared us, I'm just one of his shoes, always in the lower part of the society.

he asked impatiently. "Yes. He said that she was Maddox Dasher's wife...and he loves her. So we took the coffin over." One thing they all understood that the guys didn't know that Maddox Dasher was right in front of him. "So, why Maddox Dasher?" he asked. "Who are you? And why are you asking so many questions?" the African hunk asked. "We are finding Maddox Dasher and his family. He killed our mother..." Maddox made upon his own and spoke.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

Ashley slowly stood beside him and she could see his expression change solemnly. "Come on. Let's give him our respect," he added and beckoned Ashley to kneel down together with him. She just followed his request and they bowed down together in front of the tombstone to give the dead their respect. Then they stood up again. "Dad, I got married today. This is Ashley White. She's my wife now," Ashton suddenly said casually to the tombstone like he was talking to a living person. He wrapped his arm around Ashley's waist as if trying to introduce her to his father properly.

Samuel finished the call and turned to his friends. "Horas Jota will send someone over. Hopefully, this will help us stay safe." Horas Jota was a well-known figure in their city, known for his sharp investigative skills and his connections with both law enforcement and the world of private security. He was a man of authority and influence, surrounded by a team of skilled professionals, some of whom were former police officers and others in training. His reputation for fearlessness and determination preceded him. Horas had a commanding presence that demanded respect, and his decisive actions were often accompanied by a quiet intensity that left an impression on everyone he interacted with.

Asher begins to strangle the blanket, saying, “He was furious. He got in my face, arguing that plenty of the other men … other brigadiers just like me … had been with her since she was a little girl.” I’m not a fragile little girl hoping for someone to come along and sweep me away into a happy home with smiles instead of sneers! There isn’t a vein in his body that isn’t pumping with adrenaline. I ache to reach for him and comfort him, but I’m afraid if I try, he’ll lash out. Not intentionally, but he’s reliving a traumatic event, making it vividly real all over again. Asher ... His mouth twitches into an open scowl. “I shot him without a second thought. Then I grabbed her, freeing her from t