Novel & Cerita Asher The Giver

"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…"

A small flame flickered weakly in her palm. Then— It faded. The wind passed over her, gentle, almost grateful. She had bought them time. She had held the line. She had died with fire in her heart. **** POV: Asher Nightshade. The SUV’s tires crunched over gravel as **Asher** pulled into the fortified gate. Concrete walls rose high, lined with security cameras and motion sensors. The old woods surrounded the facility, masking its presence from the outside world.

He went to pay his grandmother a visit because she was sick. I drew in a quick breath. Calm down, Nat. They're just going to mess with you. Probably beat you up and humiliate you and record a video or something and they'll let you go. Sasha started laughing and I stared up at her. “Aww, you really think Peter sees you as a friend? You poor gullible thing!” She sighed and turned to one of her minions. The third elite, Emily. “Emily, my phone.” Sasha ordered and Emily placed the phone in Sasha's hands.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

She and her so-called brother were supposed to be six feet under the ground rotting in hell with their shameless parents. She found it easy to denigrate and castigate him. He couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she realized she had been birthed from the loins of one of the most legendary and savage murderers of all time. His phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. It was Asher. "You're back?" Titan asked. "Just landed," Asher confirmed. "Are you on your way?" "Yep," "Good, I'm waiting," *** "How was Afghanistan?" Titan asked half an hour later.

Amaan asked, pulling her attention back to him. “My friend who helped me pick the gift for Kabir Bhai.” “That’s her,” Asher replied, straightening his face. “I guess I have to take my leave now. She must be waiting at the gaming zone where she left us.” Seeing Ayaan staring, lost, at the grumpy girl he’d just teased, Asher offered, “Princess, this is Ayaan. Your friend, Asmi’s son.”

That was when I saw a scar near his mouth, one I couldn't trace any familiarity into but was very disturbing, still I ignored and watched from afar. “Here, your name is of no use, so we would not ask. The king would not even remember, so we do not regard those except formality. You've committed a crime, a gravely one to assassinate the king's woman and instead of you being hung up next to death at once, you're given a chance to choose your own type of hell.” Daniel took in a deep breath, I even saw his shoulders tremble a bit. “Who sent you? And what's in it for you?”

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.

Everything was picture perfect. Asher's expression was perfectly neutral as he approached them. "Mother, Alpha Cassius, Thelia," he greeted, nodding to each in turn. He placed a respectful kiss on his mother's cheek, a gesture that was more habit than affection. Luna Camilla smiled, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes, as he took his place besides them.

We watched as the kids tore through theirs and then let out loud squeals and cheers, even the little ones. “I have another gift for you,” Asher whispered in my ear as I watched everyone open their presents. I frowned at him. “You already gave me one,” I said, pointing to the beautifully wrapped box in my hand. “You will love this one more,” he smiled. “Come…” Taking my hand, he pulled me outside and then had me close my eyes. I had no idea where we were headed, the snow crunching under our feet. “Are you ready?” Asher whispered in my ear.