Asher From All American Novels & Stories

“He is...” “He is working for an enemy,” Amanda interrupted, exhaling as she tried to steady herself. “Is all this because he has a pretty face and a nice body? Did that make you forget that he delivered a threat letter to you? Someone who could do far worse if given the chance and the power to...” “Enough,” Asher shouted, turning to her, his gaze locking onto hers with lethal force. Amanda faltered as she caught the faint trace of tears he was holding back with all his strength.

I looked up dazed at Alpha Asher, my stomach clenching when a vivid image of him and Chelsea flashed through my mind. "Starting trouble already, Lola?" Alpha Asher's dark eyebrow raised enticingly. Alpha Asher's voice was clear through the music, his words were much too easy to focus on. I couldn't tell which I liked more. Alpha Asher in workout clothes, or Alpha Asher dressed for business. He wore black slacks that hugged exactly where they needed to. A black button down shirt hugged his chiseled chest, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. My eyes flickered down at his muscular forearms, tracing the heavy veins that ran down.

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

The grass is like stain, as I join him, letting it crept up my bare legs. "All your feelings here, as a mortal, are heightened. Everything will feel softer, harder, taste nicer, and repulsive. Right now Aspen has a few dampers on your emotions, to help with how you cope. At least that's what I assume he's up to. Remember, they never consulted me with any of this," Asher grumbles, looking out over the cliff. "My heart bleeds for you," I mutter sarcastically. Asher shakes his head at me, his eyes blazing. "I see your attitude hasn't been hindered at all. Unfortunate."

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

WG: You are cute, Precious AJ: Yeah, no, none of this is allowed AJ: No flirting allowed SL: For once, I agree with AJ OF: As I was saying, are you kidding me OF: How much more cliche can you be? SL: Blaming the black layouts and initials names everything on Asher OF: Mob boss Ash Ash: Shut up OF: Really... Ash: What's so wrong with it Ash: We are not about to put our faces on the internet recklessly OF: You could have put a fox instead Ash: Foxes are cute

He had always wished to be so carefree with his own family, but the power and responsibilities he carried had relegated that to a distant memory. “The great Asher Shah.” “It was a pleasure meeting you, the Great Asher Shah. I’m Amaan Hashmi,” Amaan offered his hand. He anticipated a hint of recognition in Asher's eyes upon hearing his name, but Asher simply shook his hand with confidence. “I’d say it was nice bumping into you,” Asher replied, and both men laughed. Meanwhile, surrounding women watched with interest: one man possessing a commanding aura, dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans, and the other equally charming in jeans and a jacket.

The scolding and the sharp slap of words came together. “You…” Liz stared in surprise at Asher, who pushed through the crowd, holding a paper cup of coffee and carrying a backpack. “Were they the ones barking all this time?” Asher casually pointed at Lana and Laura. Liz’s two “friends” were shocked and stared at Asher. His appearance was unexpected, as was his handsome face. Asher tied his slightly long hair back, pulling away the strands that usually covered part of his face, revealing his features perfectly—and they were perfect. His appearance was casual, wearing a denim jacket and a white T-shirt, but still flawless, supported entirely by his rugged, masculine Italian looks.

They both did not wait and drove away before their parents could find out anything. On the other hand, back in the dorm room Alpha Asher stood up and yelled. “Fuck you all! I will see all of you fuckers! Just wait and watch!” He leaped towards one and pushed the guy out of his room. Alpha Asher slammed the door of his dorm and then punched over it to unleash his anger.

“I drug my ass up onto the subway at the crack of noon for this shit? You know how I hate the mother fucking subway girl. I probably caught scabies or some shit.” Footsteps cut across to the kitchen and Ash appeared. Ebony sized him up like a piece of juicy meat. The bitch even licked her lips afterwards. She had no shame. “There’s always room for one more,” he grinned, extending a handout to her, “I’m Ash Pembroke. I know you can’t be a friend of Leo or Grayson’s because they don’t have friends who look like you.” She shook his hand while Amber wondered if she was chopped liver or hideous. Did Ash not consider her attractive or was it that he didn’t consider her Leo or Grayson’s friend? For