Eiji Letter To Ash Novels & Stories

He raised one eyebrow, a silent, demanding question: Well? I gave a tiny, frantic shake of my head. Nothing happened. Just then, a miracle. Asher turned around, a look of sudden realization on his face. He weaved his way back through the crowd toward me. My heart leaped into my throat. Jax’s gaze intensified, watching the play unfold. “Elliot! Sorry, man, I completely forgot to grab the notes,” Asher said, running a hand through his hair, looking genuinely embarrassed. This was it. My moment. My cue.

Yes, it hurts to write this letter but this is something I have to do. Yours trully Ashley Black. By the time I finished reading the letter, I was crying. I can feel the pain she felt writing this and at this moment, I knew what I must do.

Clicking on the receive button, I pressed the phone against my ear as my lips curled into a smile. “Hello” “Daddy” Asher’s voice filled my ears and I could see a longing on Ayita’s face. I knew she badly wanted to speak with them. “Hey buddy” I responded, “how are you champ?” “When are you coming back, Ashley misses you” “I am coming soon and guess what, I am bringing mummy with me” “Can I please speak with him?” Ayita asked with a pout on her lips. “Are you with mummy?” Asher sounded so excited,”can I talk to her?”

I smiled when he handed it to Asher. "Thanks buddy." Asher said with a grin. He glanced over at me, "kid has good manners Ari" I grinned at the shortened version of my name. "Thanks, I worked hard to teach him to be a good little man." He nudged my shoulder lowering his voice so Eli couldn't hear. "You need to talk to Jas. We already know he’s Eli’s father." He mouthed the last words at me. I glared up at Asher. "Don't start."

And, now, about a month later, Ash didn't remember exactly what Warne had told him (even though he could still remember the brand of instant ramen he'd had), but what had stuck out to him the most, what he still remembered vividly, was Warne placing a gentle kiss on Jai hair and smiling, "I'll never give you away,. Not today, not tomorrow. We're brothers, remember? I told you that. We're brothers. I'll never give you away." And he had remembered that, of course, had remembered Warne telling him that they were brothers, and remembered it now, too. But while Ash had reluctantly agreed to Jai new school then, his fears about being abandoned assuaged, that didn't mean that he didn't want to end

I went to the back of the mansion and spotted Zenia and Ashley talking by the swimming pool. "Zenia, can I talk to you?" She froze. "Right now!" I semi shouted. __________________ Zenia's POV "Go on," Ash said and gave me a small push towards EJ. From a distance, his eyes looked dark and clouded, and I was afraid of looking into them. "Hey." I was shaking. Why is he angry? "Is there something you're not telling me?" he asked, studying my face and not shifting his eyes from mines.

"Indeed, we do, Ash . I just hope you know that this is strictly-" "Political. I get it. I expect nothing more, I know in past I am just a game for you ", Ash shrugged as he knelt infront of Bright and took out the wooden box Jia gave him. Bright took a huge breath as he clutched the omamori inside his pocket.

Asher Scooting closer, I gripped the steering wheel. My eyes fixed on the path ahead as the Jeep bumped over the uneven trail. The forest seemed alive this morning, with light filtering through the dense trees and casting shadows that danced on the ground. Eddie sat beside me with his arms folded tightly and his face twisted in an irritating mix of disapproval and smugness. “So, what exactly are you going to tell them, Your Majesty?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Why didn’t you show up to lead the charge? The warriors must be asking questions by now.”

“Your Highness… wouldn’t it be wise to tell us what the letter contained before we discuss anything further?” “Yes… Your Highness, we can’t help if we don’t know what we’re dealing with,” another added. Rian sipped his wine, letting their voices rise, letting them bicker and argue foolishly. Stupid old men. Rian cleared his throat. “That letter… it’s from Asher. Surely, you’ve all heard of him.” One minister blinked. “Asher…?” Rian’s gaze swept over him, ice-cold. “You weren’t sleeping when I said the name.”