Novel & Cerita Asher The Giver

She stood there for a while looking dazed. After sometime, she came back to her senses and remembered Nick's words. She immediately pulled out her phone and went online. She widened her eyes in shock. Oh my!!Nick is such a perfectionist. He had known about treachery from a long time and even prepared a new proposal. It seems that she forgot how meticulous Nick was in his work. Good then our company is now #1 trending with the title "Asher group continues saga". She quickly opened the topic and read through it and said to herself, Wow, Mr.Asher is so awesome and she giggled to herself and patted her cheeks to bring down her excitement. "Ms.Mira, please don't slap too hard, we can't afford to

Ash bows his head graciously, “Asher Wild, Prince to the Vampire King of England. But please, call me Ash. Everyone does, it feels weird to have people say my full name now.” The king bows his head, “Her loss, if only temporary, is felt keenly here.” Luther says, and Ash nods,

Rachel ranted. Ashley looked at Rachel squarely, the menace glaring in her eyes. Her teeth clenched down in anger. “Have you? Have you really done me no wrong?” A sudden chill trailed down Rachel’s spine. The dead look in Ashley's gaze frightened her. “Who are you?” Rachel asked in a fear filled voice. “A ghost from your past.” Dreadful eeriness belied Ashley's tone. Swiftly, Ashley shook off the seriousness on her face and switched to a playful grin. “You’re losing all the ice in that drink.” She pointed to the glass before Rachel.

A lady in the back hollered, the rest of the crowd mumbling in agreement. “Better be damn good to interrupt this memorial!” Another man said from somewhere to Asher’s left. “Right, the memorial for Alaric Valmor and his father, yes? Well, you’ll be pleased to know that Alaric is alive.” Gasps and whispers moved through the crowd in a wave, everyone starting to look around to find Alaric somewhere. Only a few seemed to catch on, their eyes glued to Asher. “I’ve changed a lot since I was thirteen,” Asher said loudly, making sure his voice reached all the way to the back of the crowd. “But I’m back, here to claim my place in a world I was taken from.”

“They’re not real. They can’t be. Vampires and werewolves and witches, that’s a huge stretch, but fine, okay, maybe, but dragons?” My pulse raced. My hands trembled. The words hit like a punch in the gut. I took a step back. Then another. “You’ve made a mistake,” I said. “I’m just a girl. Just Nora Carver. An unwanted orphan with a bad attitude and a glitchy brain. I don’t have power. I don’t have a legacy. I barely even have a past.” Ashleigh’s hair turned a pale gold as she said, “But now you have a future.”

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

“For example, if you want revenge, I am clearly the better option. I don’t hesitate, I don’t protect ungrateful adopted sons and I don’t leave enemies alive long enough to learn confidence.” Dax dragged him harder. Asher twisted just enough to look back at me. “Also, I would never give you boring revenge. I’d give you the satisfying kind. The kind where Jasper wakes up every morning wishing he had chosen peace, then remembers I’m not done teaching him regret.” Despite myself, my lips parted in stunned disbelief. “Asher!” “What?” he asked, offended, while Dax practically hauled him toward the door. “I’m helping her heal.” “You are harassing my mate.”

“I would’ve thought I was dreaming.” The woman who gave birth to her… who raised her… Fell to her death right in front of her. Her body broken beyond recognition. Blood everywhere. Screams and cries echoing in her ears. Asher had always thought his heart had long gone cold, that nothing could stir him anymore. But listening to her now, watching her small frame tremble as she forced herself to relive it… Something in him shifted. He didn’t know what it was. An urge. A restless, unfamiliar impulse.

Golden light spilled across the hospital grounds, bathing the trees in warmth. Almost unconsciously, her feet carried her toward the eastern observation corridor. She found Arman exactly where he always sat. The notebook rested on his lap. The forest stretched beyond the glass. He looked up when she approached and smiled. "Hello, Doctor." His voice carried the same warmth it always had. For a moment, Aisha found herself unable to speak. Because she was no longer looking at a psychiatric patient. She was looking at the boy from the drawing. The boy who had spent sixty years waiting for a family that existed only inside his own heart.