Novel & Cerita Ashley The Hedgehog

"What's that?" She tilted her head a little as she asked him. "Back when we were looking for Patches, you said something to me at the hotdog stand." They both stopped walking and Ryan turned to face her. "Do you remember?" He asked her. She laughed and closed her eyes. "I can never forget my slogan." She opened her eyes again and she looked determined. "I am Ashley Gomeré! And it is my duty to protect the protectors of the world!" She said as she kept her hands on her hip.

Either way, it just kind of happened. Twenty-three year old Alex is desperately trying to work out one of his many math problems on his homework when, out of the corner of his eye, a bright light catches his attention. He turns his head, looking out the window, and there, on the roof right across from his, so close to Alex own roof that Alex could have touched his foot, was the one and only Ash.

Henry did not leave immediately, he watched her from behind. “... my name is Ashley but a lot of really special people call me Ash, like my mum sometimes, ma'am Maria Denver, God bless her soul and my best friend Leonard," she said in a small singsong voice. “Maybe someday when you grow up a little you would be a special person to me and you might just call me Ash too" She picked him up from his cot and cradled him. “You’re such a cutie" she cooed. Asher smiled at her showing his growing teeth. “Aww, you are so cute, look who has a set of teeth...”. Asher flailed his hands excitedly, she steadied him and rubbed his back till he let out a loud belch.

Ashley herself only watched with a sneer. "It's not enough just for your brother to suffer because of what he did? Now you also want to follow? You really are a stupid girl," Ashley muttered to herself. Jonea immediately got into a stance. She kept her guard up and watched the two wolves surrounding her. From her trouser pocket, Jonea took out a silver peg. The two wolves growled. Ashley is surprised because Jonea has a silver weapon, a werewolf's weakness. The girl was a little worried for her two comrades.

Ashley choked on the water that she was drinking and was trying hard to stay on Earth rather than have an early visit to heaven. Coming towards them was no other than Alex. He had no hoodie on this time around, just a simple T-shirt and black baggy pants. He had a black bag slung across his shoulders and his hands were inside his pockets. Ashley and everyone else were forced to see this pleasant sight because they never knew he had both masculine and feminine features altogether. His black long hair reached the neck and half of it was packed into a ponytail with a few strands kept at the sides of his head to give me a wonderful look. It was like he just came out of a comic book, looking all

Vincenzo POV The last twenty-four hours have been a whirlwind. We stumbled into another pack’s territory-The Red Mountain Pack. Then, we met Alpha Asher, who is the most confusing Alpha ever. We regrouped and he agreed to help us find The Underground’s hideout with his brother, Archie- stupid mullet head. I swear, the two of them are probably in a contest for who can have the weirdest hairstyle.

Ember POV " Hey, sissy! Am I dreaming? You came back!", it's Ashley, my so-called best friend. She's the daughter of my father's beta. She's one of the richest friends I have too. At the age of 18, she built a name on her own. She is the owner of the famous beauty shop La El. Ashley always gets what she wants. If you see her, you won't mistake her for anyone because she is the only shifter who has pink hair and multiple piercings on her ears. She loves wearing pink clothes too so I tease her sometimes by calling her Miss Pink.

Blaze's eyes scanned the chaotic scene. Guards were scattered everywhere, some injured, others searching. Alpha Arin's face twisted with rage as he demanded, "How did she get through my guards?" Ashley went into the cabin, searching.. Ashley was a Zeta Female a skilled warrior/hunter. She shifted and sniffed their beds, picking up their scent, as she noticed the fire, and pieces of paper still burning, they had burned all evidence. She emerged from the cabin. She had a good scent trail as she ran out the door. "Ashley, you're incredible!" Storm stepped forward, observing, "Arin, your leadership's crumbling." Ryker growled, "You're losing your grip on your pack."

Ashley was wearing a slightly thick and loose long skirt, with a pair of white leather flat shoes from Chanel on her feet, and a mask on her face. She reached out and took off the mask, gently curling her lips. "It's me." Hazel's eyes were very cold, without any joy or happiness of seeing an old acquaintance. Thinking of the words Ashley had cursed at him on the phone before, it would be strange if she had a good expression on her face.

The hatch shifts slightly. Locked, but old. Rust weakens everything over time. Rowan uses the last of his strength and slams into it once—hard. The hatch gives. It bursts open with a metallic shriek. Rowan freezes. Sound. Too much sound. Too loud. But it’s done. The hatch is open. Cold air rushes in from above, carrying street scent—oil, smoke, wet pavement. Rowan climbs out. I follow. We emerge into a narrow alley behind a row of boarded buildings, the city’s glow distant but present, streetlights bleeding pale light into the darkness.