Asher The Giver Novels & Stories

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.

Most people had already forgotten what she looked like. If Sheila appeared as Yara, no one would have reason to suspect her. Once everything was arranged, the two of them booked flights to Aster City together. On the plane, Cassius looked at Sheila's face. After the subtle changes she had made to her appearance, she looked different enough that few people would recognize her. He let out a quiet sigh. "Sheila..." He smiled faintly. "No. I guess I should start calling you Yara. "You've sacrificed so much just to get revenge. Do you think you'll ever regret it?"

“Good. Then we’re finally going to crack open the truth about that fire. And when we do…no one will escape the flames this time.” I ended the call, my chest steady now, my pulse no longer restless. Before I turned off the lamp, another thought slipped into my mind: Jackson Junior’s bright eyes lighting up at the mention of the newest game set. He had spoken of it like it was a dream, one he knew would never be fulfilled. I reached for my laptop, searched the game set, and clicked purchase. Delivery in two days just in time for his birthday. The irony was not lost on me. Revenge demanded ruthlessness, and yet here I was, planning gifts for the child of my enemy. Maybe it was strategic. Maybe

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

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" Asher getting a gift from his father was emotional. He looked at the document, then at Cassian, tears welling in his eyes. A spontaneous wave of genuine applause broke out—even Mr. Emeristus seemed briefly impressed. The spotlights seemed to instinctively swing towards me as I rose next, holding a small, elegantly wrapped box. The camera flashes from the magazine photographer Lady Cassandra had hired went off illuminating my face. My voice trembled slightly, not from nervousness, but from the raw emotion I allowed to surface. I walked over to Asher and placed the gift gently in his hands. "My gift," I began, my gaze sweeping over the table, landing last and longest on Asher. I took a deep

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.