Novel & Cerita Ashley Harmon Story

I fired at once, ready to defend myself just in case he was trying to make fun of me. “Harper Thorne, twenty-three years old. Graduated at the top of her class, lost her mother barely six months ago. Was sold to the Nyx club by her father’s new wife, Anissa. Am I missing something?” Asher’s gaze was laced with so much confidence after he left me speechlessly staring at him with my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. “I know you more than you think, Harper. I am certain that you are aware that a powerful man like me wouldn’t find it difficult to know things about anyone I am interested in.”

Dominic’s instincts screamed. A trap. Everything about it was a trap. Ashley stood by the shattered window, staring at the lights of Manhattan. Five years ago, she had believed she had lost everything in a single night. Her husband. Her unborn child. Her parents. Her future. She had spent years forcing herself to move forward. Every painful rehabilitation session Every sleepless night Every award she earned She had told herself one thing. “They’re watching over me.” But now… What if everything she believed had been a lie?

*Samantha Ceril Gonzalez* It has been a week since I and Asher talked about the past, even with that aside we barely had time to exchange mere formalities. We had become busier than ever. I had planned on telling Melody the truth about Asher but had put it on hold till the press conference announcing our official collaboration.

Now that Harold was dead and everything was a mess, this bitch started showing her bitchy side. "Why should I give you a few minutes so you can talk to Jacob?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips, and I started to get annoyed. "I'm his destined mate, so I deserve to hear everything you say to my Jacob! If anyone deserves to be told to leave, it's that gay doctor! Who knows if you'll try to molest him like him?!" "Listen, Ashley. I don't want to argue, but seriously, I just want to talk. I have no interest in—"

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.

debacle and sent Jamie and (almost) Zee into a screaming fit. But I’ve been careful not to tell them anything more than what they’ve seen for themselves. They don’t know that I’m working on an album, they don’t know the boys are staying in a cabin in the forest, and they certainly don’t know anything about the puzzling experiences I’ve had since becoming entangled with the band. “Jamie, you know she can’t talk about the F-word,” Zee says, the last part a whisper. “You don’t need to tell us anything you don’t want to Ashling,” Grace says, pushing a mousy blonde shoulder length ringlet back behind her ear. “We understand that. All of us understand that.” She looks pointedly at Jamie.

She wasn't talking to me. She was ignoring me. We were living like strangles under one roof. But that day I met with Haris and he told me everything. I was happy as Ash forgave me. But When Alena tried to turn down Ash character in front of me. I wasn't able to control my temper. She had already done a lot to my life. I ended her chapter and I was happy as She had left the Uni. I was planning To go on a honeymoon trip now. It had been delayed since long. That day I was with my friends. I asked Ash to go home early. I had some work to do also.

"Who’s hiding anything? Yes, I’m sharing a room with her, but we’re not mates. She’s the one interested in me. As of now, I still haven’t found someone I’d consider my mate." Uncle Harley didn’t seem convinced. He smirked suspiciously as if he was onto something. It seemed he had no idea what had really happened between Ashley and me. At least, I was safe for now. "Really?" "Damn, why are we even talking about me? We’re here to talk about your life journey, Uncle Harley. Don’t worry about me—I want to hear your story." "First, enjoy a cup of green jasmine tea that your dear uncle brought for you, Brian."

I smile softly as he motions me closer. Have we heard from Sinful in the past week where everything has changed? No. That scares me the most. Since Asher came back, he reclaimed full control over his Pack, retiring Shanae, the crazy lady who had sacrificed me in the first place back to where she had come from. Still. No Sinful is extremely unnerving. He's getting into my head without being here, which is something only he could achieve. "Alaya," Asher prompts, as he steps into the water. I sit up, watching him. "Are you coming?"

"I'm not exactly looking forward to picking a stranger to be my forever husband. I suffered nightmares all night. What if the man I choose is bad at kissing, or if he is a jerk I won't get along with?" Asher gave her a sympathetic smile. "That would suck." "Indeed." "But if that ends up being the case... Maybe you could find a side lover? You could totally get away with cheating." Harper didn't know if Asher was serious. When she looked at him, he was smiling without a sign of humor on his face. He seemed entirely serious, which honestly didn't surprise Harper. Asher had the loyalty of a pair of keys—the kind that unexplainably disappeared when you tried to leave the house.