Asher From All American Novels & Stories

She finally understood. Everything she had, everything she was, was truly over. And I, a spirit in the moonlight, watched it all unfold. There was no joy, no relief. Only a profound emptiness. Revenge could not fill the void in my heart. A vampire turned to ash can never come back.

“Then the first lesson starts now. Shoulders back. Stop staring at your shoes. You look like you’re being led to your own execution. It’s not a good look.” “Jax?” I froze. Asher. He was jogging across the street toward us, dressed in gym clothes with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his hair still damp from a post-match shower, and he looked effortlessly, infuriatingly handsome. He came to a stop in front of us, his focus initially on Jax. “Hey, man. I tried calling you after the match.” “Phone died,” Jax said smoothly, not missing a beat. His posture had shifted instantly, becoming more relaxed, more Jax. It was like watching an actor step into a role.

He didn't want to but he had to break her heart. "What will you take to leave me alone?" He asked rudely. "If you are that desperate then you should at least learn some usual tricks to climb a rich bed, because you____" His head snapped aside as he received a tight slap. "That's it! Thank you for telling me why this was a toxic attraction..." She gritted hatefully. "Thank you so much, KING!" He sighed in defeat as she got out of the car and walked away after slamming his car door shut. He punched the steering wheel angrily. "Fuck!"

Everyone is sweating, dancing, drinking, losing themselves in the chaos. And in the center of it all is Asher himself. He stands near the makeshift DJ booth wearing red leather pants that hang low on his hips and nothing else. His chest is bare, showing off the defined abs and broad shoulders that have half the girls in school obsessed with him. His dark hair is messy, his grin wide and cocky as he surveys his domain. "ASHER!" a group of girls scream as he walks past them. He winks, and they practically melt. "This party is insane!" someone shouts.

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

The words hung between them, heavy and cold. Alex’s face shuttered, a flicker of pain passing through his eyes. “Yeah. Not the best joke.” She closed her eyes, ashamed. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He shook his head, a faint, sad smile ghosting his lips. “Don’t apologize. Not to me. Never to me.”

“We have to figure out a way to loom for alliances because we can not do this alone. There is no way just three of us are going to be able to stand up against Luna Matilda and Warlock” Ma Trisha chips in. Asher is sweating profusely after training so hard. He didn’t even sleep in the night. I saw him seated up and from his countenance, I could pick up that he had various thoughts swinging in his head. Even now, he looks pale and downtrodden.

"I'm good. I just wasn't prepared for the blast of his emotions. It's like these people just walk around blaring their emotions. I think I like Azica better if this is what it's always like here." Asher kissed her forehead. "We'll be back home as soon as we kill the idiot trying to kill you. Sleazy breezy, Cherrypie." Scarlet giggle snorted. "Of course. Just kill some random person we don't know. All's well." "It is in my book," Asher said as we followed the rest of the group through the doors of America's bank. "I just hope we can exchange our money," I said as the door slid shut with a muffled whisper behind me.

As she turned from side to side, taking in the full effect, she almost didn’t recognise herself. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. "Olivia? You ready?" Asher’s voice carried through the room, calm and steady. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Asher stood there, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, looking every bit the powerful Alpha he was. His dark hair was slicked back, and his chiselled jaw was clean-shaven. But it wasn’t his appearance that caught her off guard—it was the way his eyes widened when he saw her. His gaze travelled from the top of her perfectly styled hair to the tips of her golden heels, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.

I had just finished rinsing and loading the dishwasher when Jack came up behind me. “You do not have to clean you know” He mumbled against my neck. “I don’t mind, it only took a few minutes” I pushed myself backwards causing my butt to grind against him. “Did watching me clean turn you on” I teased. “No watching you bend over in a dress and almost showing your butt got me horny” He chuckled “The poor guys did not know where to look”? “Crap, I am not used to wearing short dresses because of my scars” I quickly smoothed down the back of my dress “Did they see anything?”