Ashley Super Smash Bros Novels & Stories

Ash changes his diaper and his Skype goes off, answering without thinking since he knows it going to be Bright. He standing up with his ass facing the camera, still pantless. Ash bent over, helping Leo stand up. Once he stands up straight and pulls his t-shirt back down, he turns around to see a smirking Bright on the screen. He turns red, remembering his predicament, and pulls his t-shirt down. "Well good morning to you too, baby~"

Ash responded, collapsing on the floor. "What do you mean?" I demanded, feeling my frustration flare. "I mean..." Ash began, fixing his gaze on mine. "Whoever has Bryllie has recruited the help of a shaman."

It wasn’t just Ashley and Andrew. Bryant was there. And the Alpha King was too. Before I could even process what that meant, I felt Ashley slap me across the face. I rubbed my cheek, as the sound of the crack echoed all around me. “What was that for?” I asked angrily. Ashley gave me a look. “Okay, never mind. I guess I know.” “Do you?” Ashley asked. I sighed. “I think so.” “I want her to reject your a&&,” Ashley mind-linked me.

Stan mind-links me. Ashley smirks at him, “Do you hear that, Alpha?” she asks him. He shakes his head, fear filling his eyes. “That is the sound of nobody coming to help you,” she says as she tightens the hold on his neck. His eyes start to bug out as his air supply is being cut off. She takes her other claws and starts to slice his body one piece at a time.

she blurted and I was taken back with that question and a bit surprised at the straightforwardness. "Em, stop it." I saw Ashley giving a death glare to her friend and chuckled. "I'm loving every second of it," I replied looking at Ashley and she blushed. "If you hurt my friend in any way. I'll kill you and throw your bones to the dogs," she said in a low threatening voice.

Ashley was the daughter of the pack Beta and also the twin sister of Brendon. Every guy had his eyes for her friend because of her beauty. Some even tried to take advantage of it. Ashley who was a skillful warrior never let that happen. She kept her friend safe. No female from the pack was allowed to train or fight. Ashley proved to be an exception. She went against all odds and took the training despite getting harsh remarks from her parents. “If Brendon can do it. So can I! Just because he has got a thing between his legs doesn’t make him more deserving.”

But, I am happy that my sister; Ashley Allen found her mate at the age of 20 and that person is none other than my beta; Gordon Smite. I want it to be perfect how Ashley used to imagine. I ran my hands in my pitch-black hairs and turned to see Ashley coming to me and engulfing me in a hug. I smiled and patted her head. “Rest, Brother. You must be tired.” She said, taking a seat beside me. ”Hmm. I am going.” I replied. “Uh… Brother.. I want to ask you something.” She said nervously. “What is it?” I asked, looking at her.

I screamed as I lunged. Ivar laughed, a laugh full of contempt, as if he thought it impossible that I would be a real threat. He tried to dodge, but I wasn't just a woman fighting. I was the companion of an Alpha and a Beta. The connection I shared with Perseus and Achilles allowed me to pull their strength, their speed. And that's why my punch hit his face with devastating force.

(Alessandro’s POV) Midnight. The world had narrowed to the cold, salt-laced air and the rhythmic lap of dark water against the decaying pier. Through the scope of my rifle, I watched the office at the end of the dock, a lone cube of light in the oppressive darkness. Inside that cube was my brother, a ghost made flesh, the source of a poison that had seeped into every corner of my life. The waiting was over. “All teams, final confirmation,” I whispered into my comm, my voice a low growl. “Objective Alpha is Cassian. Capture is the priority. Objective Bravo, the suppliers. One must be taken alive. Execute on my mark.”

I finished as the doors opened. "There's our fearless leader. What are we up against?" Asher asked. He was playing with some kind of machine, like always. His fingernails browned from grease, with a matching smear down his cheek. His butterscotch eyes alight with a child's joy and an adolescent's irreverence.