Asher From All American Novels & Stories

I wanted to see the man who had discarded me look up from the dirt and realize who had truly destroyed him. Asher’s heavy SUV roared down the concrete ramp, entering the garage with a deafening screech of tires. He killed the engine, slammed the door, and strode toward us, his massive frame still dripping with rainwater and grease from the perimeter sweep. His dark shirt was torn at the shoulder, revealing the hard, scarred muscle beneath.

Narrator- Alpha Asher casually gathered Miranda's limp form in his arms, along with her fallen keys and purse. Her head naturally leaned against his chest, and the moment her hair grazed against Asher's skin, he gladly breathed in a whiff of her natural scent. She smelled like sweet ripe oranges in the summer. Asher smiled and crossed the street, towards his SUV. He walked around the passenger side only to stop in his tracks when he noticed Joshua standing against the door with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.

The veiny arms become more visible and I drool over them as different sinful thoughts of what his hands could do to my body. My nipples poked on the light shirt I was wearing as they grew harder, begging to be touched. Those sinful thoughts I had of Asher sent an electric wave through my body until it settled on my core… Enough Daisy! I shut my eyes, regaining my composure. Good thing he didn't notice, or maybe he pretended not to notice. “How could that be? Everyone loves color.” “I'm Asher Sebastian, the most powerful Alpha in Arizona. I'm different from everyone.” He declared his profile stair dangerously, having a mixture of pride.

A narrator’s voice followed: "This is not a story of survival. It’s a story of rebirth." The final frame: "Rising From the Ashes. Coming soon." It went viral within hours. Across the city, Adrian saw the video on his phone. His knuckles whitened as he clenched the device. She had just declared war in the most public, glamorous way possible. He picked up his phone. "Get me Natalie. Now." Back at the retreat, Natalie received the call. Amara glanced at the screen and arched an eyebrow. "Adrian Sinclair." Natalie took the phone and answered. "What do you want?"

The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die. Asher leaned against a customized Harley, his bandaged arm in a sling, looking unfairly seductive despite the fact that he was currently being a brooding prick. “It’s not oil, princess. It’s high-octane fuel. And trust me, I have much more creative things in mind for your body than dumping it.”

Tobias asks. “That’s what I just said, Thor. Ya know, the actor who plays you is from our motherland,” Alpha Asher jokes, making his brother laugh. I knew their accents sounded weird. Australians. Great. “We can discuss our connections to Alpha Bronson in more detail later. We need to get back to finding our mates,” I raise my voice, desperately wanting to get back on track. “Oh, right. Your mates. Sorry to hear they’ve been taken. Like I said, there’s been no suspicious activity around here recently,” Alpha Asher says as he runs his hand through his pink hair.

**** DARIUS LARK’S POV The Almighty Asher Nightshade, the pictures on the billboards, magazines and internet don’t do justice to how intimidatingly confident he is… I thought to myself as I received his handshake… firm grip he has! “Good afternoon Mr. Asher” I say “You have built yourself a lovely company” I added looking around “Thank you Mr Lark” Asher says as he gestures for me to have a seat. “How was your flight” he asks “Splendid” I answered with a tiny smirk “Welcome to Raven’s Peak, what can I offer you? Champagne, Cuban cigar? What do you care for?” Asher ask “A glass of water would do. Ahem!” I answered clearing my throat

yet when Haya spoke, Asher suddenly ran towards Asher and just hit him in the head. Asher and Haya are confused by what Asher is doing. He tried to punch her again, but Haya stopped him. "Asher, stop it! You got it wrong!" said Haya. "Of course we're just talking here." said Asher. "Are you still talking? When you hug him, huh ?!" said Asher angrily. "Asher, we're sitting empty, trust me." said Haya. Again, he approaches Asher, but Asher is still angry and dies.

“The real Asher doesn’t exist anymore. The only woman I care about is Aaliyah, not this pathetic—” “You’re being an idiot!” Corey snapped, cutting him off. “Aaliyah’s manipulating you, and you’re too blind to see it! You’re her puppet, Asher!” At the mention of Aaliyah, Asher’s entire demeanor shifted. His body coiled, and before I could even react, he lunged at Corey. The sound of the first punch echoed in the night, followed quickly by another. Asher’s fists flew with brutal precision, each strike landing with bone-crunching force.

Driver guy looked amused again, "Well, would you like to introduce yourself first, or shall we?" He seemed to have something of an air of authority to him, like the other two let him take the lead naturally. He was also the tallest, and bulkiest of the three, though they were all easily over six foot and heavily built, with well-defined muscles. She smiled awkwardly, "Uh.. well, I'm Ashallia," she said quietly, her nervousness coming through in her voice, "Most just call me Ash or Asha, though."