Lauren Asher Dirty Air Series の小説・ストーリー

With that thought in mind, he left her lying on the forest ground after sending new orders to Alex through their mind link to get her back to her cell and make sure she doesn't escape this time around or they would be consequences. Asher went straight into his room, wanting nothing more than to rid himself of her scent and dirty mud by freshening up. His feet carried him into the bathroom and he quickly turned on the shower and stepped under the million droplets of water with a sigh. After a while, he felt cleaned from head to toe yet something lingered. Something sweet yet unfamiliar he noticed with a frown with his nose up in the air and sniffing. Asher breathed in deeply then out, trying

Thinking that he had mistaken his heartbeat for a sound, he continued down. But this time, it was a shadow behind him that caught his attention. He stopped and turned around, expecting to see Lambert or one of his witches, but it was neither of them. Asher stood there, her red hair flowing wildly around her shoulders in long tangly curls, her lips curled in a seductive smile. She was dressed in a very thin silky material, something that could pass as a nightgown, except this one was particularly too short, even shorter than the one Laurel had worn, revealing all the wrong things in the wrong places.

A story she abandoned because it was too painful. A tale about a girl named Ashen, made of soot and stars, who could rewrite people with a glance, A story never meant to be real, And yet here she was. Breathing, Watching Remembering. “You stopped writing me,” the girl said. “So I waited.” Her hands twisted the shard like a knife. “Then the Quill died, and the wall broke. And we all walked through.” Liora swallowed. “How many are there?” Ashen’s eyes glowed dim violet. “All of us.”

Mother hurriedly tried to explain, “He staged all of this! He’s always been good at playing the victim to gain sympathy. He just wants attention!” Comments from the livestream exploded, and every insult was directed at me. “He's so scheming! He’s got a whole set of lies up his sleeve!” “He looks innocent, but deep down, he’s rotten to the core! No wonder the Yule family kicked him out!”

Except now, a sharp blade had pierced straight through her chest. A filthy vagrant behind her was laughing maniacally. "Go to hell, you heartless bitch!" He was quickly subdued. His filthy, matted hair was brushed aside to reveal none other than Shane. I frowned, but the next second, Ashley covered my eyes with her warm palms. "Don't look. It's filthy." Ashley cast a single indifferent glance down, as though looking at something utterly foul. I withdrew my gaze, and it was only then that I thought to ask her where we were headed this time.

And somewhere out there, Asher was searching—unaware of how much had changed. How much Chloe had changed. ```

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

‎ ‎Even as thoughts came rushing in her head, Elena could not deny the arousal she was feeling. ‎ ‎"I can smell your arousal. I can see the dark spot your wetness has made on your shorts. I can see the proof that you want me. It's all over your face and in your eyes. F*****g hell! Let me taste you, Elena". ‎ ‎With his last words, he dipped his head in-between her thighs and inhaled deeply through her shorts. ‎ ‎Elena just looked on, mesmerized. She knew she needed to stop him. This was wrong, this was very wrong. It needed to stop.

"Now Jenna I'm tired of failures here. I want whatever it is you have hidden and I want it now." Aislinn had yet to decide if she liked coming to the reservation. It was beautiful. The forest and the manor held so many terrible and wonderful memories. She could look at a spot on the ground and remember a body being there or making love to Cullen on that spot. It was disturbing contrast. She prayed that one day soon she would be able to forget all the death and destruction and merely have a happy life with her children and her mate.