Dark Ash Ketchum Novels & Stories

As Ash was explaining this to his bestfriend, Team was looking at him like he just sprouted a cactus on his head. "Ah, Ash. I don't want to be rude, but, you're actually believing that kind of shit? Fucking fantasy rainbows and unicorns, really? You're associating our investigation with that? Ouch!" Team hissed once again as this time, Simon punched his shoulder. Ash didn't feel any sympathy for him. Although he admit the idea of dwelling into something these things was entirely ridiculous, but he couldn't put aside the fact that Simon did find some valuable information about it.

It was a portrait of our former manager who had passed away a few weeks earlier. Ethan Adams was a very nice man. He had always made sure we were doing fine, handing out off-days whenever it was needed. A few days before he passed, he had come to check on me. I was scheduling emails when a shadow fell across my desk. “Grace.” I looked up from my computer, eyebrows up on my forehead. Ethan Adams stood there, hands placed loosely in his pockets. He was always composed with a calm voice, steady presence, the kind of manager who never raised his tone but somehow kept everything under control. He had charisma.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

Why are men so frustrating? I take a deep breath, remembering why I came here in the first place: to find Gaia and warn her about Ansel, to dig through Braden’s office and find the answers I need. “Claudia, my name is Asher Blackwell, and I knew your father,” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leans close, the sound of his breath brushing against my ear. My heart hammers in my chest. His nose grazes the side of my neck, tickling my skin as he speaks. Asher Blackwell. The name strikes something in me, a distant familiarity pushing through the fog. Perhaps he does know my father… or who I once was. But even if he has answers, I still need to understand the truth of my life here fir

, Ansh smirks, and I grin. "But remember D! You have to do a lot of hard work in order to win my mother's heart, trust, and confidence", Ansh again says and I am looking at him dumbfounded. "You know what, I like You. Just like, I like Pikachu", Ansh grinned and I got confused about Pikachu. "What the hell is Pikachu?", I ask him. "Pokemon's Pikachu", Ansh says and I know that he is trying to mess up with my mind.

"Dragons don't exactly advertise 'welcome visitors' on their doorsteps." "Then maybe we should reconsider this whole plan," Ash, my other teammate, suggests nervously. His youth shows in moments like this—barely twenty and already a rogue after his pack discovered he was gay and decided that was somehow worse than murder. "Too late for second thoughts." I point to the massive cave entrance ahead, carved into the mountainside like a gaping maw. "We're here. Now we just need to convince Ember that helping a bunch of rogues fight demons is a great use of her time."

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

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Sinful doesn't have to fake around anyone. "I apologise that I sent Asher to retrieve you. I'm sure you are familiar with his name, as you look like a Desire Pack member. Am I wrong?" he asks, clasping his hands to his front as he gives me his full attention. He knows full well he isn't wrong.

I don't want to conclude yet, but my guts are never wrong. This man, my boss. Javan Torres. He is fucking creepy.