Ivy Asher Books In Order Novels & Stories

When she had finished, a very blonde Lycan with a mole on his nose spoke up, ”what have we got to do with the prophecy,“ he asked, witha bored look on his face. “If you have been wise enough to read the prophecy" retorted Violet, looking incensed. "You’ll notice that she,” pointing to Hermione, “is the total description of a shifter, and to confirm your fears” she smirked. "A he’s a cat shifter", Violet finished looking at the Lycans to further place emphasis on her words. “This is outrageous!” roared a whiskered Lycan. "We cannot let this happen" and he threw Hermione a look of deepest dislike.

"He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!" George went pale as a sheet. He dropped to his knees, too terrified to utter another word. I drifted above, perched on the carved wooden beam, watching it all with cold eyes. Of course, my father wouldn't look for me. He wanted me dead—the worse, the better. It had always been this way. I remembered when I was seven. Matthew had just received a new emerald pendant—a tribute from some foreign merchant. It was worth a small fortune. He treasured it like

His eyes were dark and calm, but there was something in them that made me uneasy. “What is your name?” he asked quietly. I laughed bitterly. “You just bought me and you don’t even know my name? How nice.” He showed no emotion, not even the expected, being anger. He just stood there, staring at me asif he still awaited my response. “Ivory,” I finally said. “Ivory Ashwood. And you just wasted your money. I’m cursed, useless, and I can’t even shift. Everyone knows that.” Edward tried to step forward. “Your Majesty, you don’t have to waste your time with her. She’s just.....”

One small with a pink bow. She’d written their names beneath them. “Mommy. Daddy. Me.” Vera stared at it. Her hands trembled. And beside her, Asher reached out, not to take her hand. But to steady the page as she held it. Like even now, even with all the damage behind them, he was ready to hold her steady too. ........................ Eira was nestled beneath her fluffy pink comforter, her favorite plush bunny tucked under one arm and her wide eyes fixed on Asher as he sat at the edge of her bed, reading softly from the illustrated storybook she had chosen.

I wanted to ask “Miss Norman '' Anna whispered sternly behind me, causing me to jump a bit. I looked down at Asher's outstretched hand that had been left hanging and could feel the weight of all the eyes in the room on me. I took a deep breath and returned my gaze to Asher, praying I wouldn't break down. I looked straight into his eyes, his emerald greens holding my gray ones, both of us fighting for dominance like old times. The moment my hands took hold of him, a very familiar feeling coursed through my veins… so familiar I wanted to run, but I couldn't. I won't.

Ivy stood there for a moment longer, watching Asher’s retreating figure disappear into the darkness. Then she followed him. (Hey guys, please let me know what you think about the book and chapters. Your comments motivates me to make it better! Thank you!)

Chapter 39 Asher POV "What are you planning to do now, Asher?" Alvira asks as she walks elegantly into the living room, looking as beautiful as always in her skimpy gown that barely covers her butt. "Nothing, I'm just waiting for the right time to strike," I shrug as I reach out for the tall wine glass on the center table, gulping down the content.

“And before you say anything, Leia. I will cause you pain you can’t even imagine ,if you refuse.” The way he said my name made my skin fucking crawl. I loved hearing Asher call me Leia. It was sexy when he called me princess, but my name in Asher's deep voice, was special. Like Asher saw me. He knew me. But this motherfucker, he said my name like I was a ant under his boot. Like I was fucking nothing. I didn’t say a fucking word. Waiting for his next question. “Let’s start with the people in the Iron River pack. How big is your army?”

So how could I have sent anything? Agnes Wright lowered her eyes, and I couldn’t read her expression. I thought she would defend Ralph Yule like she always had, but this time, she simply said, “Open it. Let’s see what it is.” The guests immediately started whispering again. “Jacob was Ms. Wright’s former fiancé. And after all that shameless cheating behind her back, it’s only natural she’d want to see what kind of trick he’s up to.” Ralph tried to stop it, but in the next second, Agnes had opened the gift. Inside was an old phone, and I recognized it instantly because it was mine. On the screen, there were seven unwatched videos.

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.