Misty X Ash Novels & Stories

Whispers trailed behind us, showing a mix of curiosity, hope, and caution. Then, I saw him. Asher, my former mate, the one who had rejected me so cruelly, was approaching our group. His face was a complex tapestry of emotions — relief at seeing help arrive, regret as his eyes met mine, and a flicker of something else I couldn't quite name. As Asher drew closer, I felt Xander tense beside me. The two Alphas sized each other up, the air crackling with unspoken challenge. I found myself caught in the middle, a physical representation of my past and present colliding.

"Don't touch me! The vision... my mother... stay back!" "I’m never staying back again!" Ash cried. He reached the edge of the altar and lunged forward, his arms wide, ready to pull her into his chest and never let go. He didn't care if she was glass. He didn't care if she was the end of the world. He was a rogue now; he had no world to save except her. POV: Rhea Mooncrest "No! Ash!" Rhea tried to pull her hand back, but it was too late. The moment Ash’s fingers came within an inch of her skin, the atmosphere between them didn't just heat up—it ignited.

Ash "Lauren is really strong, I once saw his Gengar which was also super strong and you might know about yesterdays match right how Lauren's Venusaur wiped the floor single-handedly" Misty "Hey Ash what are you doing you cannot tell other people about other's information, are you out of your mind?" Ash "Ahh, I am sorry I forgot" Kassandra "No, No I am sorry I should have not asked about this stuff, I was just curious about my opponent that's all, I will take my leave" Kassandra walks away leaving Ash and his friends behind. Misty "Look what you did, smart ass, you just gave away information about Lauren's team how can you be this stupid?"

She had made up her mind pretty much. She had been seeing Hassel behind her back. And dating an Alpha had actually made her think she needs to pick a powerful one for herself, for once. “I am not even in love with him anymore,” Misty said, out of frustration about her sister bugging her to accept Markus. “Wait! Is there somebody else?” Iris inquired, sitting straight in the bed and waiting to hear her sister. “Ye---ah. He is an Alpha.” Misty had to steal her eyes when talking about her love interest without disclosing his name.

Ashley responded rhetorically. They were quiet again, having nothing to talk about. Ashton still staring out of the car window, pondering over the things that happened at the clubhouse. He kept pouring himself the whiskey until it was the fifth glass. Ashley stopped him from pouring more. She had never seen him drunk before and she was scared to see him losing his conscience, so she stopped him before he did.

But the longer we lie here— The stronger it gets. And then— She moves. Just slightly. A small adjustment. Barely anything. But the moment she does— The bond reacts. Sharp. Immediate. My breath tightens. Her’s does too. I can hear it. Feel it. “You feel that,” I say quietly. It’s not a question. Silence. Then— “Yes.” Barely above a whisper. Honest. Finally. “What is it?” I ask. “I don’t know.” Lie. Not a good one.

Lot of memories they created and shared moments of their life with each other and things they talked about certainly makes them feel like they have known each other for years. silvery white moonlight sprinkled on the ground, there are screams everywhere. The night's aroma pervades the air, woven into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that comes into contact with the eyes is covered with this soft net. It is not as realistic as it is during the day. They all have vague, illusory colours, each hiding its meticulousness. Point, keep its secrets, and make people feel like dreams. “ Maya……” It was after a few minutes when Asher slowly slid down his hand from her shoulder to

“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

I hate Ashley now. "Hello beautiful." I turned to the guy beside me coldly and looked at him like he's the most disgusting thing in the world. "Well.. what a bitch." He left and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly the other guy moved beside me. "Not interested in the party?" The guy asked and I turned to him. "No.. not my thing." "Austin Portwalt." He took out his hand and put it in front of me. "Violet Ashlock." I shook his hand.

She kissed my chest. "I love you and I know that you love me too. That's the only reason why we both haven't killed each other. But we have destroyed each other beyond repair... We are not the people we met and fell in love... I am not angry at you but I also can't forget whatever you have done to me... We are damaged and we can't fix it. The fire between us has turned into ashes now..." "Don't say that..." I am ready to take any punishment to fix it.