Badboy Asher Novels & Stories

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

Asher walked closer to me, looming over me with an ominous aura that made the hairs at the back of my neck stand. "Answer my question," He boomed. I took a step back, raising my hands in the air. "Hey, hey, can you all just calm down? I'm not the one you're mad at, do stop having that look in your eyes like you want to rip me to shreds." Asher sighed and rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry, but we have a very bad history with that man, and hearing he was the one that helped you get the antidote just sounds hard to believe because he's not a good person."

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

And the worst kind of person. The school’s infamous bad boy—the one with the dangerously charming smirk, a reckless attitude, and a reputation so notorious that even teachers sigh in exhaustion at the mere mention of his name. He smokes behind the gym, gets into underground fights, and, if the rumors are true, has even been in illegal car races. There’s even speculation that he once killed someone. And yet, despite all that, girls still line up to throw themselves at him. Jessica included, apparently. But Jack Carter isn’t just a bad boy with a pretty face—he’s also a hockey prodigy.

The subidón of total, lawless victory over our attackers sent a violent jolt of pure, unadulterated heat straight to my core. Asher strode over to me, his chest heaving, his face smeared with black mud and the blood of his victims. He grabbed the front of my tactical shirt, hauling my body up against the hot hood of a militarized all-terrain vehicle the mercenaries had abandoned at the edge of the clearing. "You set the grid perfectly, doll," Asher growled, his wild eyes dilated with an unhinged, feral lust as his large hands violently ripped the zipper of my tactical trousers open.

I can't tell them, Mia has to be the one to say it I smiled"don't be so pissed Asher, I'm sure she is fine ,they are just talking" "I don't f**king care,just tell me where they are!" Asher said flaring up I stared at him There the Asher I once knew flash in my face for a second "Oh Asher,my boy, relax" Asher charge towards me and grab me by my neck"where is she?" I couldn't breathe It's him, The real character of Asher , He will surely regain his memory soon,the One who never cared for anyone but himself,who wouldn't blink an eye to destroy a family member even his mother!!, The Asher that took all my evil side even my shameful side!

Asher's order was absolute. Asher exited his hiding place, heading to a fairly spacious area. At least away from the car occupied by Valencia. Meanwhile, Ken couldn't help but stay hidden beside the car to guard his master's partner. "Get out!!! I've shown myself. Let's end the game here!" Asher shouted with a reasonably calm expression. This was not the first time something like this had happened. The risk of being the leader of the underworld is to have many enemies. Asher was indeed immune to poison. Maybe that made his enemies not give him poison but aphrodite slow Asher's movements due to his crazy sexual appetite.

He smirks at Alex. "And wait! Did you ask who I am? Well, sorry for not introducing myself to you. My name is Asher Williams, Cynthia's boyfriend," He replies to Alex, as he raises one of his eyebrows. "Hi, Alex... It has been a while. Meet my boyfriend, Asher... Sweetheart, this is Alex, my ex-boyfriend," Cynthia says proudly and confidently with a wide smile playing on her lips, and I now understand what this is all about. Cynthia brought Asher here for showoff. Is this girl crazy?

When he finishes with the silver moon pack, would he attack the neighbors, the neighbors who were also called the blood river pack. As the day dragged on, I was very elated that I had no reason to feel guilty for what I was doing to Tristan. He deserved everything he was getting and I could tell that Asher had been very happy about the same thing but he had no idea of what Tristan was actually going to do. I really wanted to tell Philip. I wanted him to see that Tristan was indeed a bad person and there were no bars that could hold such a criminal like Tristan. Asher was afraid of taking anyone's life, he felt all lives were equal and so whenever he saw someone looking for something, he woul

"And I dare you to stop acting like some gothic badboy punk, Evans." I can hear my breaths coming out in rasps now, blood pounding in my ears. I notice Luke's eyebrows knit together. A low taunting chuckle escapes his lips. "Did you. . . . . . did you just call me a gothic badboy punk?" "I think I did." "You are one hell of a blabber mouth Smith." "And you are one hell of an asshole who goes about hurting people and not even feeling apologetic about it in the slightest!" I yell.