Asher The Giver の小説・ストーリー

Ashley gives Aphrodite a challenge. See you 👋 LOVE ALL ❤️

I felt really bad for what just happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just a shirt" he tried to reason. "I am Jason by the way" he introduced himself, smiling a little. "I'm Ana" I returned. "Such a beautiful name for a pretty lady" Was he trying to flirt with me? I smile at him, he must be good with the ladies. Such a smooth landing. *** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable.

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

Chests heaving and heavy breathing, his eyes daring me not to give in and my eyes probably telling him to do his worst, one of his hands reached under my knee and the other went under my thigh, cupping them and forcefully pulling me against him to feel… him. My lips parted, and I let it out, my back arched deeper than I thought was humanly possible and if I didn’t know any better I’d think it wasn’t me, but I knew it was as I watched the smile that grew wider on his lips as he watched my eyes flutter open and close. He bent, burying his head in the crook of my neck, and mumbled against my skin. “I win” “Jerk” “Mummy?” A voice said. I stilled, Asher stood straight as we stared at each other.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Luke slightly shake his head in disappointment and watch his friend proceed towards me. Asher's shaggy black hair fell on his forehead making it bounce every time he walked. His enchanting blue eyes were beautiful and left anyone speechless. His plump red lips were always set in a smirk or a snarl. He had the sharpest of jawlines I've ever seen on a guy. So to sum it up Asher is the most handsome guy I have ever seen, too bad he is an asshole. The white long sleeved shirt every guy at this school was obligated to wear fit him snuggly and if you really looked you could see the tattoos on his arms peek out.

Miranda scoffed. "And I know because I can see it in his face, and his attitude." Anise continued, while ignoring Miranda's interjection, "Your love is the last and possibly the best gift I can ever give Asher. Miranda, I love him, let me do this for him. Help me do this for him."

I was glad. “Aurora please….” His voice drawled, raspy now, “I know you hate me. The Hunters aren’t any better.” I sniffled, my eyes starting to gloss up from the incoming stream of tears, “You didn’t even give me a chance to plead for my life. God Asher…what’d I ever do to you??” **ASHER**

Ash “I want you to tell me how you feel after watching it,” “I-” Asher about to let out his response when Xenorr stuff a pop corn in his hand and play the movie While Asher dedicated his full attention toward the screen, Xenorr saw the side profile of a cold face, the distant gaze ahead and the long lash that fluttered once in a while. Xenorr captures every moment as he continues to observe.

Alaric’s tone was calm but dangerous and it sent shivers down the guards' spines. Not knowing what to do, and just when they decided to alert Edward of the commotion, Asher appeared in front of them. The guards finally understood how it feels when children see the gift boxes on Christmas morning. Seeing Asher, the scared guards regained their confidence. Their prince isn’t just a demon, he is a Nightwalker and the werewolf king.

Gosh. She rolled her eyes at me and stepped up to Asher’s path with a sweet smile, holding up a fine lunch box. "I was asked to deliver this to you for breakfast. You met my mum yesterday, Mrs. Leanne Boxer. She's the vice president of the Youths Fellowship. She and the other women served your dad earlier, so here is yours.” Asher stared at it, dazed. He looked at me and I looked away. I decided to wait for him outside.