Badboy Asher Novels & Stories

I let out a frustrated huff. He was too strong, too big. I wasn’t going to get free unless he let me go. “Please may I have the keys?” “Be a good boy and say my name.” “May I please have the keys, Asher.” “Try again.” “Ash,” I whispered. He let out a shuddering breath. Wait. What the fuck? Was he hard? Ash was as straight as they came. He’d fucked more girls than anyone I knew, which, granted, wasn’t a lot of people, but still. He was a proud manwhore and never bothered to hide his many hookups. Was this turning him on?

"I want you to yell—loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear—that you’re a jackass who loves eating ass." His eyes widened in shock. "You’re kidding." I shrugged. "Guess you’re not that sorry, then." I turned back to my bike, laughing to myself, when suddenly— "HELLO, EVERYONE! JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN’T KNOW—I’M A JACKASS WHO LOVES EATING ASS!" I spun around, my jaw practically hitting the pavement. Jamie stood there, red-faced but grinning, hands in his pockets like he hadn’t just embarrassed himself in front of an entire street.

They moved as a unit and followed his every move as if they were his shadow. Asher is the book worm always reading but fucking savage when it comes to fighting. When he was eight some kid was picking on Bella when we took them to the park and Asher laid the kid out so bad we had to pay a hospital bill and a large sum of cash to keep the parents from going to the police. Now the kid he beat the shit out of is one of his closest friends and works her as a guard in training.

Wendy smiled, stepped forward, took Asher's hand, and brought him before her parents, proudly announcing. "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Asher Voss. You can just call him Asher." Wendy said, "He's not studying film—he's our school's quarterback, the most incredible and wonderful guy!"

“You are harassing my mate.” “Our future Luna.” “My mate.” “Temporary technicality.” Dax’s aura flared. Asher grinned brighter, utterly fearless. “Fine, fine. Keep glaring. But admit it, little venom and I would be a better combo. She has trauma, I have knives. She wants justice, I have free time. She has enemies, I have enthusiasm. It’s fate.” I pressed a hand over my face, torn between horror and the ridiculous urge to laugh. “Asher, please stop talking.”

He hadn’t just lost a title—he had lost the future he had been promised, all because of a well-timed birth. "That explains a lot. It explains why Abel seemed different. There’s history there, weight. He’s not just your uncle; he’s—" "A rival," Asher finished, his voice flat. "He always has been, and probably always will be." She turned back to Asher, her curiosity not yet fully satisfied. "Do you trust him?" Asher’s response was immediate. "No." The word fell like a stone between them, heavy and final. "Abel plays his own game," Asher continued. "He might have stepped out of the pack’s direct line of power, but that doesn’t mean he’s harmless. He’s dangerous in a different way now, more subt

"You are way too old to be playing the angsty Goth teen okay? Get that shit make up and highlight off and act your age." That grabbed her attention, she jerked up at him, eyes blazing, "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" But Asher was already back on the street, making his way back home. His night ruined, at least now he wasn't alone in his misery. "I am so going to hell," he thought, getting back into his rundown apartment building, a content smile lighting up his face. * * *

Being the one who harries, and teases is much more like her. Asher is following the girls to the bar with his usual rigid-impassive posture, and his expression is completely hidden by the white mask. His eyes remain indecipherable as he inspects the place and wonders what the hell he's doing there, and what the hell these people are doing. Internally, he's simply shocked. I mean, he's the consigliere, and he has seen monstrous things… real atrocities. His resistance to hurt, blood, and death is unshakable. He's known for his coldness, for following Giovanni's orders without ever need to question them. But what the hell is this? These people… he never considered that pain could be an element

“It’s not my place to say anything. If I did it could shatter things but I’m very happy that you two are back together.” “Okay now I’m curious about what you have to say about him. What is it?” “Fine, since you insist. Asher is an evil man. He is not the man to trust.” “What do you mean?” “He’s a very bad person. He doesn’t deserve you and whatever good you’re giving to him. He is a demon.” “Why would you say that?” “Because everyone knows. He’s a very terrible man. I won’t be shocked if this entire amnesia of a thing is all his doing. That’s how terrible he is. You should not worry about what I just said. As long as you’re happy then he’s happy.”

she warned before storming out of the shed. Asher hooked one helmet over the hand grip of his motorcycle and rolled it out of the shed. He didn't want to think about what the others would say. Alpha or not, there were rules and he just broke the second most important rule. It just sucked that the girl he stuck his neck out for her was nothing but a sore pain in the ass.