Asher The Giver Novels & Stories

“I’m going to hypnotize you now, Asher. The herbs in the sauna will make you more susceptible to it. Now follow my breathing, breathing in and out.” I was really fucking curious, but the steam and Asher’s scent was driving me insane. He smelled so fucking good and, - Focus, Leia. Focus. “Go back to your nightmare, what do you see?” Elder Frederick asked. Asher spoke calmly, like he was feeling real fucking Zen. “I see uncle Riker being shot and my dad chase after someone. He’s tearing the hunter limb from limb,” Asher stopped, his voice sounded shocked, “only this time it isn’t him. It’s me.”

When I still didn’t respond, he went on, “I’m sorry you had to hear that, Avery. Truly. You deserve better.” I stared at the ground. My chest felt hollow. “I know this is difficult for you, poppet.” Asher took another step closer. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. “You thought he cared about you. You thought he came here to rescue you because he loved you. But the truth is, he only came for the baby. For his heir.” I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. Asher reached into his pocket then and pulled something out: a small vial with a milky liquid inside. He uncorked it and held it out to me.

Hopefully Jack would feel the same about my gift. Once we were finished eating, we all made our way back to the lounge. I quickly grabbed the present from under the tree and handed it to Jack. “Open my present first” “I wanted you to open mine first” he sighed. “My parents were my first gift from you, so its only fair you now open a gift from me” “Fine” He sighed as he opened the box. Grant stood close with his phone out videoing Jacks reaction. “I am guessing you know what this is?” He asked Grant.

At that moment, a warrior rushed in to report, "Patriarch Atticus, Mr. Asher has returned." Atticus lit up with surprise. "Asher is back? Good. Where is he?"

At that moment, Asher walked in, dressed in a dark button-down and slacks, sleeves rolled up, hair still damp from a recent shower. “You look like you slept here,” Alissa teased, raising an eyebrow. “I might as well have,” he replied, handing her a warm coffee. “Thought you could use this.” She took it gratefully. “You’re spoiling me.” “Only because I want those shares to grow,” he winked. Before Alissa could respond, one of the workers rushed over. “Ma’am! There’s a delivery... from him.” Alissa’s smile vanished. “Where is it?”

A message from an unknown number. Rising from the ashes requires fire. Are you ready to get burned? He stared at the message, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk. Natalie. Only she could turn a threat into poetry. And only she could make him miss the heat. The night of the launch arrived.

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

It looked like a man. "Hi!" I heard as cold shivers ran down my spines. Standing before me was a man with piercing blue eyes and had a jet-black hair. "Hey!" He said again waving at me as he tucked his hands back into his black leather jacket. "Who are you?" I asked trying to hide my fear. "I am Asher," the man replies, his voice low and mysterious. "And I'm here to help you take down Hailey and Kayla once and for all." He told me.

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.