Asher From All American Novels & Stories

“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

DAMN IT. he saw us kiss. he had alpha hearing! He probably heard what Asher said to me. I was panicking. my heart wouldn't stop beating. I was frozen, I couldn't move!Asher went over to Alpha Macon, taking a deep breath. He mumbled something, I didn't know what he said, but amusement flooded through the Alphas eyes. "Well Mrs. Unrban I will be going for a run." Alpha Macon stood up, Asher was about the same hight as him. That was crazy. Asher is a 3rd. Then he was gone."

In less than 2 minutes everyone is there. "what is this about?" Ajax grumpily asks, probably just woken up from a nap, his hair is messy and his shirt is ripped- wait that isn't a nap. I suddenly blush when I realise they're all looking at me Ashley shakes her head, and then tells the problem to the gang, "we met Armstrong. " "you mean jaxon Armstrong?" Eli asks. Ashley : "no Neil Armstrong, yes of course bloody jaxon Armstrong" "oh shit." I hear ajax growl

I tried to get away from them, as i tried to get away from them my wig got messy and eventually it took off of me. the two guys in-front of me looked shocked, "Sab?! Fuck Ash tell me this is just a dream. the women i liked was in-front of me!" I slap him before i spoke,"No you're not dreaming dumbass" my wig huhu. "Sorry." said by Ash? because the other one is Ashton. It just so involute. "Look at what you've done with my wig! It's a mess! The fuck" I rugged at the both of them so it will not obvious for them that I'm flushed damn they was just so handsome.

“Let them eat you, baby. Let them worship this pussy until you can’t think straight.” I came again with a broken sob, thighs shaking around their heads. They kept licking me through it, gentler now, drawing it out until I was twitching and oversensitive. When they finally pulled back, their mouths were shiny with my arousal. The sight made something deep inside me clench. Asher stood up and pulled his shirt off. His body was incredible — toned, strong, perfect. Finn and Silas followed, stripping down to their boxers. The outline of their cocks made my mouth go dry.

Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest. Speechless, Adeline stood up, but she only stood there, her hands shaking and chest burning as the chains shook with kneels after kneels that followed when Idaliah herself kneeled. She absentmindedly looked around and found fifty hearts offered and fifty heads lowered for her. "Alpha."

He told me the Russians, Asians, and even the Italians, are his enemies. So, yeah, that’s like shooting bullets at practically everyone. I hear Mr. Ash has so many enemies he needs to drive a bullet proof car just to get around in one piece. One more reason for Alicia to stay away from him. He’ll only use and dump her, anyway, and Alicia’s heart is too fragile to take it. I shake my head and scroll through my phone looking for the contact that would be the game changer.

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

At that moment, a warrior rushed in to report, "Patriarch Atticus, Mr. Asher has returned." Atticus lit up with surprise. "Asher is back? Good. Where is he?"

Each droplet trickled down his skin like a warm, cleansing rain, washing away the unsettling remnants of his dreams, blurring the sharp edges of the night’s horrors until they softened into nothingness. Afterwards, he dressed with meticulous care in a dark charcoal suit that hugged his frame perfectly, the crisp white shirt within providing a striking contrast, like a beacon amidst the gloom. He opted to forgo a tie, embracing a look that radiated authority without veering into pretentiousness. On any other day, he would stride into a room with the air of a sovereign in command yet today felt different—today was about something deeper than mere ownership.