Badboy Asher Novels & Stories

he hissed, pinning me against the cool metal as the light danced just above our heads. I looked up at him, my heart hammering against my ribs, and realized that my "perfect" life was officially over. We were trapped, and the "Bad Boy Athlete" wasn't just a distraction anymore—he was the only person I had left to trust.

“What do you mean?” I explain to her what happened, and by the end of my story, she seems as confused as I do. “I don’t know if the full thing should freak me out.” I sigh. “I honestly don’t know. What did he look like?” “He is tall with dark, messy hair, green eyes and a tattoo on his neck. He is wearing jeans and a leather jacket. Have you seen him?” “I think I did see him, only a few minutes before you showed up. He drove away in his car, though.”

"Then you must have equally done a lot of shit with Alex. Alex Shorters.” What the hell did Faith and Cassie blab to him? Alex Shorters was merely one of my admirers back in Minnesota and I only had a crush on him, nothing more. “Shut up!" I glared hard at Asher. He seemed super pleased to have hit a nerve. “Yeah, you guys have done it a million times in many dirty and different ways." Has he suddenly gone nuts? How dare he say that to me? Without thinking, I picked the object nearest to him and flung it hard at his head.

Slowly— She closed her locker. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. Then— She turned. --- The boy stood there. A few steps away. His fists clenched at his sides. Eyes red—not from sleep. From something else. Something heavier. Grief. Anger. Blame. All mixed into something ugly. Something raw. Something real. “He would still be alive if you had acted sooner, bitch.” --- Silence. Complete. The hallway didn’t just quiet down.

I felt like I was talking to my two brothers who were asking me to stay out of trouble. “Or else what?” I ask, holding my head high. “We will tell Axel. We are sure he has his ways of teaching you a lesson. Obviously, I can’t hurt you because Axel would kill me. But I will strongly complain about everything that- oh god what have I become.” Asher groans when he hears his own words, “Women ruin everything. A year ago, I was the deadliest man with the deadliest threats and now all I can do is complain. I hate this.” Asher finishes his rant furiously, throwing my pillow on the ground.

His menacing glare pinning Matt to his spot. "Stay in," Asher growled, causing Matt to break into a cold sweat. Asher's presence oozed a dark and dangerous aura. Now that he wasn't wearing his glasses, Matt could clearly see madness brewing in those orbs. Matt whimpered in response, not having the courage to disobey him. The boys huddled together inside the car, crying and praying as Asher unleashed his wrath upon the car. The sound of glass shattering and metal crumpling pierced the air, eliciting whimpers and sobs from the boys inside. By the time he was done, the car was reduced to a heap of mangled waste.

Anamika finally turned to look at her friend with sadness in her orbs. “I’m mad at you, humph!” Emma threw her face to the side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what came over me.” “Of course, you wouldn’t know. Asher is a hot guy, tall, graceful, handsome, cool, has a sense of fashion even though he loves black and wears his shirt like a ruffian. His eyes might be cold but his deep and sexy voice turns one on. The deadly but arrogant air around him gives a false sense that he’s a big shot… He’s also a breaker of rules.

“I am the worst challenger you should choose to be an enemy of.” Frederic replied, landing another fist on Asher's other cheek. Once a soldier… Asher, ignoring all the logic, leapt up despite the pain and lunged at Frederic, pushing the man to the ground. Before he could do any considerable damage, more than five guns aimed at him, waiting for the slightest command from Frederic. Since Asher knew Frederic wouldn't kill him without getting the answers he so desperately needed, the bodyguard smacked his captor hard on the face before spitting on him. “You know so much about me but missed the important one. I don't negotiate with delinquents.”

He should have known better than to get involved with this. He was just looking for a way to land in more trouble and I didn't think I had the strength for that. "You should be giving me answers instead of letting me worry sick over something that makes no sense!" I yelled at him, hoping to bring out the man in him instead of somebody who was blatantly lying to me. Asher pinned me with a stare, moving towards the cell and unlocking it. He pulled out the man who had spoken and immediately his claws protracted and he swiped across the stomach, cutting through and revealing the intestines.

Asher sighs before he says, "I wouldn't call him a good person. But he wouldn't do anything bad to you, I can promise you that. If you decide to agree to our plan, I believe he would be too interested in you to hurt you, if that would make you feel better. I feel my eyes narrow unintentionally. Interested in me? "How can you be so sure? Have you not seen Death's face when he was mentioned? Whoever he may be...no one has given me a very good explanation," I tell him, my tone more spiteful than anything. He's not the one I should be angry at. It's Aspen and the rest of them for dragging me here in the first place. "I can't explain what he is like. I don't think I would do you justice, since ev