Asher The Giver Novels & Stories

I didn't have to repeat myself before Asher was already at the door. “See you soon.” He said, closing the door behind him. “Argh,” I screamed and buried my face in the pillow in embarrassment. A few hours later someone knocked on the door and when I went to check it someone was standing at my door with a box. “Alpha Asher asked me to deliver this to you.” “Thank you.” I collected the box from him as I wondered what Asher could have sent inside the box. When I opened it, my jaw dropped in astonishment and tears gathered in my eyes when I saw the beautiful dress inside it.

"Unfortunately, I do." "You will change your mind once you try theirs, I promise." "Hope so." Asher is originally from my mother's pack, a few survivors of the war. He was no more than five years old when he was brought here, and he and my mother were close. He doesn't remember much about the royal pack, except that it was magnificent and that it often snowed. I wish I knew more about it. His parents were both betas, and he's no ordinary wolf; he's a pure beta.

"I had to ...I can't let you hurt anyone anymore." Asher reached behind him and pulled out the dagger Impaled in his back. He looked at it, recognizing the designs on the girl. He scoffed. "The wolfsbane I gifted you for your eighteenth birthday, ironic." "I'm sorry ...I'm so sorry..." Asher's body fell forward, hitting the floor with a loud thud. Verena rushed to his side, throwing herself over his lifeless body. She hid her face in his back, her body shaking with sobs.

Emerson carried on the make believe movie in the same way Asher did. “Uh huh ….” Grey said. “Ooh and I’m the quirky ride of die best friend that talks her into giving Asher a chance because even though she’d never normally go for him I can see that he makes her into a better person and brings her out of her shell and makes her happy and in turn she’s teaching him to love the holidays again and breaking down his walls.” Aspen said.

He lowered his gaze and asked, “Why? Do I look like him?” “No one knows: His appearance is unknown.” “You hate him?” “Who likes a killer? Why would you ask…” Asher looked at her and smiled, but he felt a pang of pain and disappointment in his heart. “I’m not him, but I’ve seen him before at an auction. He was almost stabbed but I saved him and took the hit. He took me to the hospital and gave me his card as his means of saying, ‘thank you.’ Which was why I was able to give you his number.”

" Landen ,If Nithra is alive I would have stood alone .As usual my aura ,might be .She is my strength .I lived for her .But ,now I don't have a strength. I am similar to corpse . If her death is an natural one ,I would have been just a wound and after days ,it might have healed. but ,it's not an natural death .It's a painful death .The way ,how I showered her love .Is the same way ,how I break and crushed her into pieces and made her end up with death .I can still ,recall the happy words which she mentioned me and imagined to open up . Exactly,I don't know what happened on that day . But,when I regained my sense back all I knew is I had bullied my Nithra with vulgar words and broken het trus

ELISHA’S POV I’d just finished checking up a quiet little girl named Asha, who had the biggest, most soulful eyes and a habit of whispering answers to every question. “You’re all set,” I said, handing her mom the dietary handout and smiling down at Asha. “No more marshmallows for breakfast, okay?” Asha gave me a shy nod and ducked behind her mother’s coat. Her mom mouthed a grateful “thank you” and led her out.

“Then we come across a familiar body… Harper looked closer and it’s…. (He couldn’t resist it. he looked at Asher.) I’m sorry, Asher.” Asher’s face automatically soured. “You… you mean…” Brayden nodded. Norton’s eyes dilated and Anthony stood up to tap Asher on the shoulder. Damon and Harper held each other because of the news. “No… she’s… she’s tough. The soldiers are nothing compared to her.” – Asher was murmuring. “I’m so sorry, man. Some soldiers were sent to bury her body as we speak.” – Brayden said And then, rage spilled out of Asher’s system. He stood up from the rattan chair and ignored everyone calling his name. He ran out of the room, of the roundhouse and into the forest.

"So what? There's nothing special on it." "It have, Grayson. Don't ruin the surprised," Asher answered. "Don't tell me this is one of your stupid ideas? I am not interested hiring a stripper and even have that stupid party, so don't disturb me anymore." "Come on! You're a boomer! We just wanted to tell you that we got what you desire dearly," he stated to me, which caught my interest. "I'm waiting," I muttered. Asher went outside and grab something or should I say someone? His smile widely after showing me that gift he's referring to, and surprised to see my father tied up both of his hands. They literally done what I've told them to do, huh?

He straightened, the shift from Garrick-who-makes-jokes to Garrick-who-runs-things happening cleanly the way it always did, the Beta mode settling over him like something he put on and wore well. "His name is Asher," he started. "From Nightfall Pack. Four years ago their pack was wiped out by—" he looked at me directly, "—what they claimed was you." I nodded. I understood what he was saying and what he wasn't saying and I did not need him to navigate around it. The accusation does not surprise me anymore. "Go on," I said. “The servant…” he continued. “Her name is Isora,” I corrected him, my voice flat.