Dawn Loves Ash Novels & Stories

Ivy Killian’s last words were haunting me as I sneaked back home. Dawn was just starting to creep in and, thankfully, Asher was still fast asleep. I silently stood under the warm torrents to wash off any unwanted scent of me, a sense of terrible dread starting to gnaw at my chest. Congratulations on falling in love with Asher Gray. No. No, he was just playing with me. Just messing with my head. One of his dirty, sick ways. I didn’t love Asher. Yes, I have grown a bit fond of him lately, and have started to see him in a different light.

His dark hair gleams under the silver light, and I know that stance, that aura, that arrogance even before he lifts his eyes. Damien Blackthorn. My ex-lover. My betrayer. The one who cast me into exile with a single word. He is not supposed to be here. Not like this. Not swearing himself before the council, before the moon, before the pack. Not offering blood for loyalty, not kneeling for power. But there he is, standing at the very heart of Shadowfang territory. And as the words of the Blood Oath rise from his lips, the air shifts—sharp, electric, inevitable.

And this time, Kaelen sat in the driver's seat and watched it all without stopping her. The car started, disappearing into the night with my painful memories. I closed the door and leaned against the wall. Thirteen years. Our bond was over, just like that. And he had been a liar from the start. Two days later, a gold-embossed invitation arrived at my office. "You are cordially invited to the Luna Ceremony and Wedding of Mr. Kaelen Blackwood and Miss Seraphina Collins." I stared at the photo of them in a loving embrace on the invitation, and the last shred of warmth in my heart died.

"Just remember… I love you." "No!" Mason growled and begrudgingly brought his wrist up to his hand and bit down hard. Two beads of blood appeared and he lowered his wrist, pressing it to her mouth. With his other hand, he removed strands of black hair that'd stuck to her face due to cold sweat that'd begun to appear. Her fair skin paled, taking on the grey tint of death and as his wound healed, sealing off the blood, he reached for her hand once more and brought his head down to rest on her chest. It rose and fell for the last time and when her grip on his hand loosened, he didn't have to look up to know the obvious. She was gone.

I didn't want to disturb her new life, so I moved in with Kaelan. I never thought I'd be there for a century. When my aunt heard I was getting married, she gasped. "Finally! Did that bastard Kaelan finally come to his senses? I told you! A century together! Sometimes you have to push a man to make him appreciate what he has—" "It's not Kaelan," I said flatly. The image of my aunt froze. "Not Kaelan? Then who?" "The lord of the Obsidian Throne. Damien. An arranged union."

The engine idles, a low vibration humming beneath my feet. Curving my lips into a polite smile, I turn toward him. “Thanks, Mr Shaw. You’ve done so much for me today.” His jaw tightens. His brows draw together, a faint line cutting between them. “Don’t call me Mr Shaw,” he says. “I have a name. Damien.” I nod quickly. “Yeah. I understand.” Eager to escape the heavy air inside the car, I reach for the door handle. I pull as my fingers curl around the cold metal.

I said but he shook his head. "No need to be sorry for it love." He said and leaned near my ear "I've been waiting to tell u something... It may be too soon but... I love you Dawn." I felt tears prick my eyes again but these were happy tears "Oh Ash... I love you too!" I said and suddenly I felt his lips on mine as he hungrily kissed me and I returned the favor. After a while as we were waiting for our deserts Ash's phone rang and he excused himself. I sat there with a love filled smile on my face to know that my love for Ash wasn't unrequited.

In the meantime, Asher is thriving. Surrounded by the love of his parents, the child giggles more often now, chases butterflies in the garden, and clings to Dawn's dress whenever he wants her attention. The house breathes joy. And unexpectedly, in the quiet corners of the chaos, Dawn and Travis find their love deepening. Stronger. Softer. Realer than ever. Today, Leaving the nanny in charge of Asher for a few hours, Dawn walks into the kitchen, rolling her sleeves up with gentle purpose.

He then washed her, using soft fingers on her skin, kissing her shoulder, her neck, and her hair. "How are you, baby?" he asked softly. She nodded slightly, closing her eyes half-way. "I am exhausted. You destroyed me." He smiled against her temple. "Good. Sleep. Tonight, I am taking you out. Just the two of us." He dried Ashley, then placed her in bed naked under the thin blanket. He read for hours while he sat beside her, his hand rested on her back the entire time. Finally, when the sun began to set, he woke Ashley with soft kisses. "Get dressed, beautiful. I made reservations on the beach. I want to spoil my wife."

I'll get you up and going out of bed Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed I'm happy that you're here with me I'm sorry if I tear up When me and you were younger You would always make me cheer up Taking goofy videos And walking through the park You would jump into my arms Every time you heard a bark Cuddle in your sheets Sing me sound asleep I'd sneak out of your kitchen At exactly 1:03 Sundays went to church And Mondays watched a movie Soon you'll be alone Sorry that you have to lose me Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed