Goh X Ash Novels & Stories

Or worse. Janie had sent word ahead. Told us to meet someone. “Name’s Ashir,” she’d said, scribbling the name on my arm with a charm-ink pen. “He’s a black-market whisperer, Know things. Find things. Sells information like candy. Don’t piss him off.” Cool. Iron Market buzzed like a beehive when we got there. Smoke and spells hung in the air, and the whole place smelled like cinnamon, blood, and old secrets. We weaved through the stalls until we found him.

I understood his gimmick and it was nice making her look like the fool that she is. “And who do we have here?” Xavier let out and I looked up and saw Asher standing there. He had his hand in his pockets like he was in control but I could see through his eyes, he was so terrified. “Well, it’s me, Asher, and I can see we exchanged partners.” He teased. “That was such a stupid comparison.” I chimed in. “Oh no, babe, don’t stress yourself please. I think he doesn’t seem to understand what is going on here.” Xavier let out and then locked eyes with Asher who seemed a bit confused. I was also confused too as I didn’t understand what he meant.

Not to mention casinos and bars to sell bitches to rich businessmen and influential people in various countries. Then, what about the Xander Corp. company?! The Xander Corp. company is just a front to cover all the dark activities to cover Asher's movements so as not to be smelled by the FBI. Regarding Asher's supply and movement in Stanford and several countries freely without being smelled by officers or the police. Of course, Asher bribed the country's officials. And the amount of mouth shut that Asher poured out was not small. At least worth above a billion dollars per person.

Damien had spent the last three hours in peace talks between the Snowfall Shifters and the Black Forest Wolf pack. The names these guys give themselves He'd had his gun loaded with silver, ready for things to go pear-shaped, but fortunately nothing had happened. Still, he felt safe enough to holster his gun only now that he was back at headquarters. Werewolves and other corruptions had tempers and serious aggression issues.

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

he whispered. I felt like punching him in the mouth for putting me through that emotional trauma, but I knew better than to do anything stupid right now. I lay still in the car, breathing heavily in relief at not being caught. I was surprised when Xena and Asher came out again less than five minutes later, raising their voices at each other. “What you refuse to understand is that there’s an English word called coincidence, which is exactly what happened in Grace’s case!” Asher was saying loudly.

“This is a bad idea,” Xander said in Italian, voice pitched low. Xander glanced at the driver’s seat where the AHDF liaison agent sat, both hands on the wheel as she chauffeured them through traffic. “Don’t you think I know that? It’s not like we had a choice,” Kira hissed in the same language. Xander just scowled at her and crossed his bulging arms over his chest. And Kira glared right back at him, jaw tight as they argued in a series of looks and hand gestures that stemmed more from growing up together as siblings than proper nonverbal military signals.

Ash exactly did so without any words or questions asked. The door close and making sure that there is no one around, Ash instructed fast. “Tonight. Make sure that no one will suspect anything else.” “Yes, boss.” His men obeyed, carrying his plan including his type of vendetta. “Tsk!” He smirks, gritting his teeth from irritation. “Damn! Why does it have to be Hiro?” He protested, but only to himself and his current circumstance. Didn’t expect Hiro to be included in the operation. Worst, now he couldn’t just swiftly waltz with his other plan knowing that Hiro will be coming. But then again, nothing will ever stop him from doing his business.

As they approached the van, Ashley could hear muffled voices coming from inside. Ashley kicked the door of the van open, her heart racing as she saw Xander tied to the floor with different thugs surrounding him. She noticed there was something familiar about them. They all had matching hats. It only meant one thing. Before Ashley could come to terms with who their boss might be. She heard a familiar voice and turned around to see Ms. Savage Huns, the woman she had betrayed all in the name of drugs.

He wasn’t sure what the breakdown on the commission was, but with what he paid, Josie should have enough to solve any money issues for the short term. The long term? He wasn’t that worried about the long term, because while Josie had no clue of Ash’s intentions—yet—he very much intended that the long term would include him. ******** At ten minutes past eight, Ash walked into the private box where Gabe and Jace were already sitting, enjoying a drink. They looked up when he entered and Jace waved a greeting. “What’s your poison tonight? Your usual?” Jace asked when Ash took a seat next to him.