Heavy Sweetness Ash Like Frost Novels & Stories

Let everything go back to normal. Normal. The word tasted like ash. I turned the water off and stood dripping in the quiet. Steam swirled around me thick and heavy. But I didn’t want normal, all I want is her. And that scared me more than any slap Ethan could throw.

The second was bitter, dry. The third one, as soon as I leaned down, the scent washed over me. A soft, warm wave of calm. My eyes fluttered shut without thinking. It felt like being kissed by moonlight. “This is it,” I breathed. “You've found it?" Derek replied weakly. “It also cures mountain ash.” My eyes snapped open and I didn’t hesitate. I ripped the petals off and shoved them into my mouth. The taste was strange, like honey and earth, but I swallowed them down greedily.

Beta Ash's pov Steam clouded the mirror in front of me, fogging my reflection as I ran a towel through my hair. The water still clung to my skin, cooling rapidly in the room’s natural air. It should’ve been just another quick shower, something to wash off the day. But the moment I stepped out, her scent hit me like a damn freight train. I froze. That scent. Sweet. Warm. Subtle vanilla with a hint of earth—like wildflowers and fresh wind after rain.

As she pulled them aside, her breath hitched—not in fear, but in awe. Outside stretched the untouched beauty of Canada’s cold wilderness. Snow blanketed the ground like a pristine white quilt, and tall pines stood proudly, their branches weighed down by winter. A faint mist hung in the air, and far beyond, mountains pierced the horizon, majestic and distant. A small smile touched Ashara’s lips. “Wow…” It looked like something out of a dream—or a secret luxury hideaway tucked into a forgotten part of the world. Her fingers pressed against the cold glass as a flicker of memory returned. The party. The dancing. Zev. His friends. The firelight, the drinks, the laughter. And then the trees. The m

Now, she wasn’t sure what to feel. He returned moments later with two generously filled cups. Strawberry cheesecake with almond topping for him. Choco mint with cookie crumbs for her. Ashley raised an eyebrow as she took the cup from him. “You still remember my favorite flavor?” Josh’s smile was quieter now. “There are some things I’ll never forget.” She didn’t reply. She simply took a spoonful—and closed her eyes the moment it melted on her tongue. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “This… this is amazing.”

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

"Is that a fill-in or something? Greenscreen?? The Wilder next to me chuckles before kissing my head. His firm hand squeezes me closer to his rock-hard body in a way that makes my insides burn. It's such a simple gesture, yet I'm fluttering. His scent is twirling in the air, fresh and clean, amid my dirty room, and I dare a smile. I bet Wilder uses some rich-people softener. "Do you like that ass?" He asks softly. I resist the urge to snort, amused because the answer is obvious. "Well, yeah? That ass is sculpted to perfection—its art looking at!"

I soak and wash my body and then wash my hair. I dress in more of Ashrac's too large clothes. They hide my curves and I consider that a plus right now. The last thing I need is Ashrac looking at me the way I look at him. The cake is ready when I return to the kitchen. I let it cool while whipping up the frosting. My sugary confection turns out perfectly and if it tastes as good as it smells, I'll consider my baking abilities in a cast iron oven a success. I can't wait to see the look on Ashrac's face when he sees it.

He mumbled, looking her straight in the eyes. Avery’s stomach twisted. How her son had come across that information bothered her. She didn’t want to know what it was that they both liked, but she had to ask. “What do you mean, baby?” Neal perked up, excited now that he had their full attention. “He likes honey lavender ice cream like me.” He told her. Avery’s brows pulled together. Honey lavender was not a flavor but something they had tried out of curiosity. It bothered her that Asher knew what honey lavender was in the first place.

“Come on. Please don't tell me you're angry that I was brought home by Asher instead of you. I objected to your request because I didn't want you to pause on something important just because you wanted to bring me home when I knew I could have done so myself.” “But I asked, Frosty. I wanted to do it.” He says gently with a sigh and unfolds his arms. “Moreover, I can't believe you've already crossed paths with Asher already. He is never generous to anyone just because he is some fucking saint. He always wants something in return, especially if he is aiming for a fine catch like you.” “What do you mean by that?” I ask. He leans backwards into the couch. “You know what I mean, Frosty. Just be c