Asher The Giver Novels & Stories

Once the crime lords posing as business men look at the cop, he has no choice but to conform, these people will hire him some time, he knows it’s best to ditch Crawford’s sinking ship before he went down with it. “I work for Mr. Crawford Bitters,” Asher starts when the cuffs slide off his wrists. He rolls his wrists, keeping his eyes on mine, it’s hard to say what about that is a turn on– actually no, everything Asher does, he does with this quiet confidence that’s just turns me into something feral and in heat. “We all heard about the missing child, and as someone with younger siblings, I had to find her.” Nina gives a small sniff at that, but otherwise, her expression doesn’t crumble.

She finally understood. Everything she had, everything she was, was truly over. And I, a spirit in the moonlight, watched it all unfold. There was no joy, no relief. Only a profound emptiness. Revenge could not fill the void in my heart. A vampire turned to ash can never come back.

Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest. Speechless, Adeline stood up, but she only stood there, her hands shaking and chest burning as the chains shook with kneels after kneels that followed when Idaliah herself kneeled. She absentmindedly looked around and found fifty hearts offered and fifty heads lowered for her. "Alpha."

I see dark dots dance in front of my eyes and it feels like I'm going to black out, but strong hands envelop me and a familiar cologne infiltrates my nostrils. "I'm back, baby, breathe, please breathe deeply." I collapse into Ash's warm tight embrace as relief floods my system and the tightness in my chest dissolves. I move back and beat feebly at his chest. "Where were you? Where the fuck were you?" He groans. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry, I was getting your gift ready."

Meanwhile, Olive stood watching as Asher attended to Johnson like his own father. Though the two were unspeakably identical, they were not related. Asher came from the southeast of Asia—Japan to be precise—and was raised by American parents’ before he met Macerio, who kidnapped him for his deeds. Ever since then, Asher’s undying loyalty has been questioned.

He beamed, standing up to meet his friend. "How?" An eagerness was pitched at his tone. "Hire her to work with you on this project, remember she is a furniture maker." Asher smiled at his friend’s idea, that was just what he needed. "That's a smart thought Adam." "How you didn't know by now that I am a genius still amaze me.” Asher snickered. “Of course you are a genius but need I remind you that I really don’t care about what she does or is involved in all I want is my revenge.”

Samuel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A surprise? What is it?" Whizz stood up, disappearing briefly before returning with a small gift box. "Open it." Curiosity piqued, Samuel carefully unwrapped the box. Inside, he found a sleek and stylish prosthetic leg. His eyes widened in surprise and awe. "You guys..." Liya beamed. "We thought you might like it. It's custom-made for you." Touched beyond words, Samuel looked at them. "This means so much to me. Thank you."