Novel & Cerita Asher The Giver

So, I would always get my gift from Henry. Since Yoel was already feeling frustrated, he lashed out instantly. "I'm not senile yet, and I can tell my wife from you! Rosa, I can't believe what you've done this time. I don't care if you want the locket, but why did you have to give it to your dog? Felicity really is angry this time!" Before Rosa could say anything else, his eyes lit up, and he ended the call right away. This time, he had finally received a call from Henry. "Mrs. Lawson bought a flight ticket to Idani today."

That same sense of being on the edge of something irreversible. Thunder rolled again, louder this time. The lights above her buzzed, then dimmed for half a second. She looked up. Something was coming. She could feel it in her bones. She turned, sensing eyes on her. The silver-haired man watched Kael disappear down the corridor, then turned his gaze to Isla. His name was Thorne—a former Ashen sentry, now Kael’s most trusted advisor. His eyes, pale grey and sharp as flint, missed nothing.

The only piece she hadn't let go. The forest whispered her name. Not the one given by the Goddess. The one forged in fire exile. Rogue Traitor's spawn. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she remembered what it felt like to belong. The warmth of her mother. Her father's laugh. The certainty that she would one day lead the people. But the world didn't want a queen forged in ruin. They wanted a weapon. And Aria Ashborne was ready to become one. Ready to give back whatever the world gives her when she's not ready.

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.

I'm at my happiest, when I know he's happy. They say there's two kinds of people when it comes to sex. You're either a giver or a taker. While I don't mind receiving, in this moment right now, I am definitely a giver. Seeing the way he reacts to my touch, is the biggest turn on. After a few rounds, Xavier picks me up, taking me to his bed in the office. Where we continue going back and forth for the remainder of the night. “I have to admit. Doing it in your office is such a big turn on.”

He said, waiting for something, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Uh, are you waiting for something?” I asked confused. “Yes, actually. A delivery.” He said curtly. “A delivery? You know humans are not allowed here, right?” I asked him with widened eyes, wondering if this love had made him lose all sense of reasoning. “Relax. It is a wolf that is doing the delivery. I know the guy. How do you think I get all my things to the pack? I have a personal delivery guy!” Asher said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

Rose pov “ gotcha’ asher said, passing a cocky wink at me, “ well congratulation ma’am, for your third attempt you get a rattle” he said unhanging some traditional rattles from the set hung meticulously on the gift board. “ there you go” “ well, I would have loved you getting some other instrument before we go , but it would be incomplete, if we don't visit the store first,” Asher said smiling widely as he takes my hands, taking me off guard, he ran towards the stores, “ hey hold on!” .

"Ash, congratulations on winning the championship." She extended the flowers to me. Rowan, who was standing one step lower beside her, was so jealous that his eyes were shooting daggers at me. I smiled and did not take them. "Sorry. I already have a girlfriend. I only accept flowers from her." I lifted my gaze to see Ivy rushing toward me, cradling a bouquet of mermaid roses. "Ash, congratulations on getting what you wished for. We did it!"

Dawn's heart skips a beat when she hears his words. Asher looks confused before saying, "I dream of having a beautiful garden under a big cherry tree. Like this one!" At that time, both Travis and Dawn realize something. Asher has returned as well. But his memories are now some distant memories. Travis squeezes her hand firmly. "It's understandable! We both returned!" he whispers. "What if he remembers how he died? You know the pain of death isn't something—!" "He will be alright!" Travis says, crouching down and gently holding his hands.

" Asher getting a gift from his father was emotional. He looked at the document, then at Cassian, tears welling in his eyes. A spontaneous wave of genuine applause broke out—even Mr. Emeristus seemed briefly impressed. The spotlights seemed to instinctively swing towards me as I rose next, holding a small, elegantly wrapped box. The camera flashes from the magazine photographer Lady Cassandra had hired went off illuminating my face. My voice trembled slightly, not from nervousness, but from the raw emotion I allowed to surface. I walked over to Asher and placed the gift gently in his hands. "My gift," I began, my gaze sweeping over the table, landing last and longest on Asher. I took a deep