Asher The Giver Novels & Stories

Asher's grandma started to shake as she let out heart clenching sobs. Her arms wrapped around Asher. My heart melted... Asher is my mate, and I couldn't even be more proud then I already was.He's dark and threatening... he doesn't put up with crap, and on the outside he's tough... But on the inside, he has a heart that beats, and pumps out blood of pure kindness. Asher is my marshmallow.Asher unwrapped his arms from his grandmother... she looked at him. She sniffled and whipped a stray tear away from her cheek.

Ran'er shouted in annoyance. At that moment, Asher found an opening. He nimbly fired a shot at Ran'er's side to break the focus so that Asher could get past him and into the elevator. Ting! The elevator opened, and with quick steps, Asher entered. "Goodbye, Miss Ran'er. I hope to see you someday." Asher said before the elevator doors closed again. Inside the elevator, Asher laid Alexa down and rested her head on his lap. "Honey... you have to hold on," Asher said as he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

My first assumption is better I guess" He winked before turning to walk back to the door. I scoff, but frowned instantly feeling myself being pulled with him.I look down at his hand that is clutching the hem of my blazer. "What the hell are you doing? Stop dragging me" I retorted. We stopped at the porch where the old man still sat. "Thank you, Asher.Though, you could've told me about your leg cramps" Drax says to the man, kneeling before him to engulf him in a hug. "I wanted to see you, son.How have you been?"

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

… Jasmine’s story. My name was Jasmine Chavez. It was not until I saw that video that I realized how utterly wrong I had been. I must avenge my daughter. The hospital announced that Nessa was dead. She never even got to experience a mother's love. The morgue was so terrifying, so cold. Nessa must have been so lonely, all alone. I would kill these people. Tomorrow I would personally send that monster off. With a knife in hand, I waited in the rehearsal room's back corner.

"Why does it say 'Second Wedding Gift'? Did you bring the wrong box?" Susanna shook her head, looking at Simon. "Mr. Fulmer, I didn't make a mistake. This is the gift box Mrs. Fulmer passed to me." Simon felt a foreboding sense of unease surge through him. Frowning, he handed the gift box back to Susanna. Then, he took two steps back as if the box were some kind of plague. Immediately, he called Jeremy Gallows, the butler at the villa, to ask about Luna's whereabouts.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

“Don’t lump me in with those bottom-feeding creeps.” I winced. “Devil?” Ash took a long breath, clearly trying not to set me on fire. “Yes, I’m not the kind that just whispers sins into people’s ears. I’m a devil.” He leaned back against the bed frame, raised one hand, and twirled his long fingers in the air like he was drawing something invisible. A faint red light sparked at his fingertip before fading. “Name’s Ash Ravencroft. I make deals with humans. You have something I want. I can give you something you want.”

**** POV: Asher. I’m pacing the grimy cell, the clang of bars still ringing in my ears from the Brooklyn Bridge mess. My Skinwalker senses are on edge, itching to break free, but I’m stuck, cuffed to a bench, the murder charge hanging heavy. Ember’s out there, chasing Enid, and I can’t shake the fear she’s walking into a trap. The pups are safe with Lupa, but Raven’s Peak feels a world away. A guard bangs the door, and a suit steps in—President Donavan’s aide, Ellen Carter, her face all business. “Alpha Asher,” she says, voice crisp. “You’ve made a mess.”

she asked pointing at the whole lot. “Madam Gloria Jackson ordered us to bring them here ma'am”. One of the maids answered, lowering her head. She has also heard that Gloria Jackson, who is the grandmother of Asher, planned the arranged marriage with Asher’s father. Ivana has a faint memory of who she is. She didn’t know what to expect from this marriage, but something told her Asher was more than just the cold billionaire everyone thought he was. She kicked off her heels and rubbed her eyes. The weight of the night pressed down on her, but before she could lie down, a thud echoed to her room.