Asher From All American Novels & Stories

Ash went out to let her change, he went to talk to his wife. "What the hell is your problem?" he asked. "Problem? I have no problem." she said. Ash massages his head. "What did you do to her? Did I tell you to be polite to her?" he asked. Ivanna scoffed. "What about her? Did you ask her to be polite with me?!" she asked. Ash went mute. "What do you mean?" he asked. Ivanna almost talks when Rhea talks behind them, she is wearing an oversized t-shirt and jogging pants of Ash making her like a clown. Rhea's expression was sad, she didn't like what she was wearing.

“Also, there’s a change in the male lead too. Apparently, Marvin fell sick.” “So who’s the new lead?” I said, glancing at the boys in the room but then the twin doors suddenly opened for the mighty male lead. Donning his proud smile and flaunting that ridiculously sexiness of his. Ash. He was dressed in a cream and brown short sleeved shirt on a pair of perfectly tailored black trousers and chelsea boots. His top three buttons were left open revealing that sturdy chest of his, my wolf drooled over. I forgot how to breathe instantly with each step he took. The sparks kept increasing with every moment.

"I got shot. I guess I'm not as good as I thought I was." "Are you kidding me? You're absolutely amazing. You got all of us, and this is only your first time shooting. You only got hit once, but take a look at the rest of us. We all look like tigers with the amount of orange paint we're covered in." A small giggle erupts from my mouth. Before it becomes a full fledged laugh, I hear a few more gun shots ring out. Jax turns around with an annoyed look on his face.

She tells him and he looks offended. “What? Why? I can totally be a greaser. I personally relate to Sodapop Curtis. You know, the handsome one.” He says and she laughs. “Have you seen the movie they made with Rob Lowe, Matt Dillon, Ralph Macchio, Patrick Swayze and Tom Cruise?” Dani asks him excitedly and he nods. “Yes! And I loved it! Damn, Diane Lane is gorgeous!” Asher says, then looks appalled. He gives her a sheepish, guilty smiles and she laughs.

Anna This motel is a far cry from the Ritz, but the plumbing works just fine, and after a long, hot shower, I’m feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. I swap my dusty outfit for some soft pajamas and exit the bathroom. Asher’s seated at the desk, totally absorbed with his computer. Jake lounges on one of the two beds, idly flipping through the motel’s advertised “350 channels of satellite TV!” All of them, it seems, are garbage.

But this time, instead of Kieran’s intimidating presence, I saw a different figure emerging from the lead vehicle. Alpha Asher stepped out gracefully, his movements fluid and almost theatrical. He was impeccably dressed as always, looking like he’d just stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine rather than into one of the poorest districts in Silver Crest. And he was smiling at me, that charming, disarming smile that I remembered all too well, as if we were long-lost friends reuniting after a pleasant absence rather than what we actually were.

He takes off his mask with a loud scream "Do you have a death fucking wish?!" Of course, it’s my enemy. Asher blinks up at me. His hair is short and slicked back with sweat, smelling like expensive poison. Midnight stalkings didn't prepare me for this: Up close, the guy is incredibly hot. FOCUS TORREN! "Get the fuck off me!" Asher thunders, shoving me down onto the ice as he stands, the Venoms and players staring at us with helmets off "Shouldn't you be in a wheelchair?"

Asher made a quick shower and change his suits to a comfy pair of turquoise shorts and a plain white t-shirt where his biceps almost fill the edge of it. He's a fit guy and anyone fell for his muscular chest and broadened abs. He rubs his hair to make it messy and it adds a cooler look to him. He decided to go downstairs to meet Maggie and his mom for dinner even he's not glad to do it. He just doesn't want to hurt his mom since she's very sensitive in a moment like this.

The words tasted like ash. ​"I don't want anything," Lucian replied, finally looking up. His dark eyes were pools of black ice. "My father wanted you stripped of your board clearance and handed over to federal prosecutors. He wanted you ruined. I negotiated this. You sign the papers tonight, you go into the operating room tomorrow to clear Chloe's match, and by tomorrow evening, a private jet takes you to Geneva. A trust account with five million dollars will be opened in your maiden name. You will never set foot in New York again." ​"And if I refuse?" I leaned over the desk, my knuckles turning white against the polished surface. "If I refuse to sign away my life for a lie?"

She turned off the projector. "Yes Mrs Jones" They chorused. Ashley breathed a sigh of relief as Mrs Jones left the class. She glanced at the assignment, then closed her book. "It's time for lunch" Alex said with a smug smile. "What part of don't talk to me don't you understand" Ashley yelled and in a flash, she felt a hot slap land on her cheek.