Asher From All American Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

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"Ashly?" "ASHLY?"

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?"