Ivy Asher Books In Order Novels & Stories

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

Hope The light is blinding to my sensitive eyes as we emerge from the depths of the cellar. we are hurried along a wide hallway leading to huge wooden double doors. The sound of men shouting as the prisioners huddle together booms in my ears. Blinking to adust to the change of light i look around taking in my surroundings. We are standing in what looks to be a large cathedral. Its beautiful marbel floors lined with gold and giant floor to celling pillars covered in intricate patterens and vines. Lanters line the walls iluminating the large room. Ive never seen anything so beautiful. A large fireplace cut out into the wall burns the chill of winter away. At the end of the room steps climb to

As much as she hates socializing, Blake and Ryan made sure she came along with them everywhere. "Fine but let me have a shower and get dressed first." Ashley grunts and gets up. (baby) "Careful there bambina, don't want your book falling out. I'd love to know more of your fantasies for future purposes." Blake jokes but somehow she could hear the tinge of seriousness in his voice.

“No. I need to say this.” My father folded his arms, clearly unimpressed. “What business do you have here?” “Ivy belongs at Preston,” Asher said firmly. “She’s smart, capable, and hardworking. You should have seen her yesterday—everyone noticed. She deserves to be there, and taking that away from her now would be a mistake.” My father’s brow furrowed, his silence heavy. Asher pressed on. “She’s not like the others, sir. She’s different. She’s focused. She’s got fire in her. I don’t know anyone else who works at a restaurant after school and still shows up determined to succeed. That takes strength.”

Settling into a chair, she opened it gently, the pages brittle with age. The first entries were what she had expected: the names of Asher’s ancestors, stretching back centuries. Each Alpha was listed alongside their accomplishments, alliances, and the packs they had ruled. The family line was long, powerful, and pure. As she turned the pages, her eyes traced each name until she reached Asher’s. His name was inscribed next to his father, Alpha Richard, and his mother, Camilla. The entry was brief, but it was clear that Asher was destined for greatness, his bloodline carrying the weight of history.

Messy script depicted each memory I ever had with Tyler, all leading up to our encounter in the woods. I tucked the book back on the shelf, and moved onto the next one. I had no idea how long it took me, as time seemed to be still in my mind. Book after book, memory after memory. Leather bound books, hard cover books, short books, withered books. Each were as different and unique as the memories being placed within them. I finished with my memories of Alpha Asher, every last one of them. His book was larger than the others, the cover a startling shade of black, flecks of silver embedded into the cover.

Lorelei took a wrapped parcel from her bag and handed it to him. “What’s this?” “Happy birthday, Asher. I know it’s tomorrow, but I wanted to get this conversation out of the way,” she said. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” Asher said, as he started pulling the wrapping paper off. “It’s one of those old books you were always going on about. I found it online, and it’s been sitting on my desk for about two months now.” Asher’s eyes widened as he looked at the cover and read the title. ‘History of the Origin, Progress, and Termination of the American War.’ He opened it and saw that it was a first edition.

“This story is about two little girls. Both from different worlds, yet they were the same inside. The first girl—hmm, let’s call her Amy. Amy had lived in this town her entire life, surrounded by money and wealth. The second girl, who we’ll call Ashley, moved here from far, far away. These two girls saw something in one another and instantly became best friends. As much as Ashley liked this place and her new friend, she was missing something. She was missing her father. Her mother told her how her father was a bad man who needed to be kept away from Ashley. Ashley didn’t care, though. She knew her father had to be like her. Bad. Ashley’s mother had a daughter, you know. A pretty little girl

With a slow, confident smile, Anastasia extended her manicured hand. “Anastasia, Damon’s girlfriend ” Ivy didn’t flinch she took in a deep breath and calmed her racing heart she even smiled while she accepted Anastasia's handshake. "Nice to meet you but I am not a house girl " ivy said bluntly. That threw Anastasia off a little. “What? Then who are you ?? ” Anastasia asked with annoyance written all over her face. The moment she had stepped in she had felt threatened by ivy unusually beautiful face the fact that she wasn't putting on any layer of makeup and was dressed in a simple white dress didn't hinder her beauty at all in fact she looked so unreal like a fairy.

“Asher, this child isn’t normal. You know that.” “She’s my child,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “And I won’t let you or Seraphina or anyone else treat her like an experiment.” “She’s more than a child. She’s a power we cannot begin to understand. And if she chooses wrong—if Ivy chooses wrong—she could bring ruin to us all.” Asher narrowed his eyes. “Then maybe it’s not Ivy who needs watching.” And with that, he stormed past her, a new plan forming in his mind.