Ashy Knees Novels & Stories

He walked barefoot, felt the soft grass and blended with the mother Earth. Asher messed up his hair, which was styled with the groom. His hair that fell gently on his high and wide forehead made him look younger and more liberal. Calantha did not know how to answer that question. “But, your shoes, I have just..." As Calantha tried to explain, Asher interrupted her. He said, “Calantha, you need to practice more. I don’t want you to step on my foot when you’re wearing high heels. It would be an awful experience for me.”

"Hailey, we are the patients in the same hospital, we should be companions. Why did you ignore me?" No matter how Asher tried to pester her, Hailey still remained calm. He rolled his eyes, grabbed his broken arms and suddenly whimpered, "oh my right hand hurts so much. It must be bleeding. Hailey help me, I am loosing balance...." Hailey turned around and looked at him calmly, "Your hand is injured, not your legs. Why can't you stand properly?" Asher appeared as if he was still in pain, "It is said that everything in our body are interconnected with our nerves. I'm not lying. I really can't work anymore, I'm going to fall down..."

His shin was burned and scarred, the skin wrinkly and white. It went from the bottom of his foot, spreading to the top and up his leg until just below his knee. Cailen knew he could poke the wrinkled skin and Asher would feel nothing, but if he poked the skin around it, Asher would probably chop his hand off. "It looks so gross," Asher mumbled, scrunching up his nose. "I've seen worse," Cailen shrugged, gently picking up his leg and setting it on the coffee table as he stood himself. "Your arm and hip were disgusting at first, if that helps," Cailen said, probably unhelpfully.

How could I be? Then, the door opened. Not forcefully or dramatically. Just… quietly. And there he was. Asher King. He was 6 ft 2 tall, with broad shoulders, his black hair was perfectly styled and his oceanic blue eyes were cold and captivating at the same time. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and tucked in black pants. I had always heard from people of how good looking Asher King was, but truth was, their words didn't do justice to his real beauty. He didn't just look like a Greek god, he had the presence of one.

Asher, who had been observing the situation with growing concern, couldn't help but gaze at Kylie with a worried expression. Unconvinced by Kylie's reassurance, Asher voiced his own suggestion, his voice laced with genuine concern, "Are you sure? We can just call the doctor and get a quick check on you." Faced with Asher's persistence, Kylie released a weary sigh, fully aware that her condition was causing concern among her loved ones.

She had watched Declan leave the room after picking up a call as well. Had their plans succeeded? Kyrie and Ashely glanced at each other with a triumphant look in their eyes. Ashley picked up her glass and drank another two glasses of wine as she was in a good mood. Suddenly, she paused. Why was she feeling so itchy? A guest immediately exclaimed while she was trying to scratch her hand, "What happened to you, Miss Evans?" Ashley was shocked when she saw red rashes covering her itchy hands and tried to hide them, but it was futile as everyone in the hall had already seen them.

The two went to a nearby drugstore to buy medicine and then returned to their residence. Ashley sat on the sofa and began to look at the rash on her body, feeling a little depressed, "I just ate that kebab, and then I realized it was beef. I didn't eat much either. I just ate a few buns. I thought it was all right. " Jacob took two bottles of water out of the kitchen and poured them into a hot kettle to boil. He grabbed Ashley's hand and reminded him, "Don't scratch." Ashley obediently replied, "Oh."

AVA I was on my knees in my room. Literally. The last carpet dug into my bare skin but I didn’t move. My hands were bleached together in my laps like I was praying for an answer I already knew wouldn’t come. Liam was sitting on my bed with his elbows on his knees, his shoulders tight and his eyes on me heavy. The air was so still that if a pin dropped, it would echo. Asher had left a while ago, after I had begged him to with my eyes alone.

Kane would have instantly connected with her essence if I had not put him to sleep in the morning before going to the legislative meeting as it was required. For a moment I considered waking him up but I decided against it because I knew he would be all over my mind and won't allow me to think. Even though the Ash Kane described is not spot-on with the Ash before me, the similarities are obvious Kane's Ash is as beautiful as a goddess. The loveliest of all women with golden tresses that cascaded down her back and beautifully tanned skin that glowed whenever the sunlight shone on her. This Ash looks frail like she has been sick and just recovering. She indeed has hair the color of golden whea

Balls of sweats trickled down her face and she quickly wiped it off with her handkerchief. "You weren't concentrating?" Mrs Jones frowned at her. "I.... I... No... " She struggled with her words. Just a moment ago, she was in a strange environment, putting on a green robe and... And.... That was all she could remember. "I need you to be focused" Mrs Jones voice was very stern and then she walked away from her seat, moving on with the explanation. "What's wrong with me?" Ashley muttered to herself. "Are you okay?" Alex leaned closer to her.