Misty X Ash Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Ayla Point of view “How 'bout…. Mike? ” Mitch asked "He's into you, Girl." I chuckled because of her suggestion, We're now at the coffee shop. I am with my two Best friend, Zariah and Mitch. “I like him for you! I saw you last year with him. You looked good together, Swear. ” Zari said, she even did the signed peace which made me laugh even more. They're becoming cupid because of me, they're trying to find me a match. Since I'm getting older and I still don't have a love life.

he whispered . "Yeah you can't. Amy said, stumbling on her feets as she stood up. I chuckled at my best friend . She should know how cute she looks when she is drunk . "I like you , Ciara. I like you a lot ." Asher whispered . "I like you too ,Asher ." I whispered back, smiling softly at him . My cheeks burned from the hotness in here . I can't handle this . It's too much . But I'm just so fucking happy .

she says without an ounce of emotion then looks back at her phone with a sigh. I sink back against the cushions. She flicks her gaze to me again, looking me up and down with a slight smirk twitching the corners of her pink lips. “I’m Misty.” “I know.” She arches her other brow. “Do you know where you are?” “Maatua.”

Ashley was in a steamy bath with Xander, their bodies intertwined as they kissed passionately. She could feel his hands on her waist as he trailed kisses down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. They were happy, acting like a couple, and for a moment, Ashley forgot that she was a mafia queen.

Ashley looked around, looking for her bodyguards who were sitting around her. Misya looked at Ashley for a long time. She seemed hesitant, but she finally spoke up. "Ash... I really don't want to say this. But I guess you should find out..." Misya looked at Ashley with pity. The deep trauma due to her boyfriend's betrayal at that time, made her think that all men have the same character.

“You’ll hear from me.” Ash watched the interaction, nodded, and turned, vanishing into the trees with Helen in his arms — silent, swift, unstoppable. Raven lingered a moment longer, watching Mystic and Aaron at the fire’s edge — their silhouettes framed by flickering light, two souls bound by fate and tempered by war none of them fully understood.

His body pressed on hers took away all her fears that he had never desired, perhaps he control himself from the mate bond that drew them together. “I love you Livey” Ash whispered yet Gabrielle couldn’t hear him, he kept kissing her passionately thinking it was Livey, his grief had found a way to make him at ease, Ash never stopped to wonder why Livey was in his room rather than at the Dark moon pack, all he paid attention to was that she was with him now that he needed her most. He made love to Gabrielle until they passed out.

I should never underestimate him,' he thought. "Ah, okay, master, I'm sorry about my inappropriate behavior," Payton said as he let go of his hug. "EHEM" A loud clearing interrupted their emotional moment. When they looked at the source of the sound, they automatically locked eyes with Alex, who looked very unhappy. "I see you're awake already, Mister Alessandro?"he said, looking curtly at Michael and Payton. "Well yeah, thank you for curing me, Doctor," Michael replied while scratching the nape of his neck, which didn't itch.

Almost immediately, he pushed the witch away and was up on his feet. "Mystique..." He stared, making his way towards the other person standing before him as she was a cemented statue, her mouth parted, her eyes widened and her chubby cheeks stained with her tears. "Mystique" Damien called again and the person snapped back to reality. Mystique gazed from Damien to Ashley, her gaze dancing between the two, not failing to notice how breathless Ashley was, and finally, her attention glued on Damien, her face clouded with sadness and despair. "I hate you!" she yelled and ran out of the room.

Maya grumbled smugly, practically screaming her hatred for Tristan. I didn’t have to look to know Alpha Asher had a smug expression on his face, aimed directly at Tristan. After an irritated snarl, Tristan turned his intense gaze to me. His blue eyes burned into my own, calling out to the small shard of me that longed for him. I turned my head away from his own, determined to chase away the trail of heat his eyes left along my skin.