Novel & Cerita New Ash

I struggled to speak, but she just laughed maniacally. "You don't recognize me, do you, Luciana?" she sneered. "I am Ashley your best friend you betrayed, reborn in this body. And I have come for revenge. You can't escape this one. I knew you would escape as soon as you know Martains would come after you. You haven't changed at all." My mind raced as I tried to process her words. Ashley, the alpha's mate and my friend who I had betrayed and killed. I had thought I had gotten away with it, but now she was back, seeking vengeance.

We"d both gone to the automobile show where new cars were being exhibited. He wanted to pick the newest, biggest, most-expensive truck they had, because, in his own words - my Queen and Princess have to ride in style - but I hadn't wanted showy, I wanted small and sedate, I wanted - no - I want, and got an under the radar kind of car. But Ash gets whatever he wants so he still got the showy truck with the big fancy headlights and the slick leather seats and the - Pin pin pin pin. I'm wrenched from my reveries by a familiar horn, and when I look up from where I had unknowingly been clutching the seat tightly, I see Ash coming down from the said truck, followed closely by Night Eyes. There's a

**** DARIUS LARK’S POV The Almighty Asher Nightshade, the pictures on the billboards, magazines and internet don’t do justice to how intimidatingly confident he is… I thought to myself as I received his handshake… firm grip he has! “Good afternoon Mr. Asher” I say “You have built yourself a lovely company” I added looking around “Thank you Mr Lark” Asher says as he gestures for me to have a seat. “How was your flight” he asks “Splendid” I answered with a tiny smirk “Welcome to Raven’s Peak, what can I offer you? Champagne, Cuban cigar? What do you care for?” Asher ask “A glass of water would do. Ahem!” I answered clearing my throat

The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition. “When did you do that?” Jax asks, leaning forward and squinting his eyes to study the ink. Brock shrugs as he drops his shirt back down. “Few weeks ago. She already owns me, so I thought I might as well make it official.” “You guys are fuckin’ saps,” I chuckle, taking another sip of my coffee. It’s finally cooled down enough to not sear the shit out of my tongue. “Just you wait,” Gray quips, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Either way, it just kind of happened. Twenty-three year old Alex is desperately trying to work out one of his many math problems on his homework when, out of the corner of his eye, a bright light catches his attention. He turns his head, looking out the window, and there, on the roof right across from his, so close to Alex own roof that Alex could have touched his foot, was the one and only Ash.

Alex smiled and took him in his arms, kissing his forehead as Ash breathed in his scent and sighing in relief when the pups stopped kicking him. "I'm so sorry, Alex. I will never stay away from you again; please just hold me! I've missed you so much, and your damn pups won't STOP KICKING ME! It freaking hurts! No more kids, Alex! I think one or two is quite enough, don't you? I mean shit! I'm big as a whale! It's going to take me forever to get my weight back under control, and on top of that, the little bit of stretch mark on my hips is so unattractive. I'll never be shirtless again!" Ash whines.

“What was the other realm like? Was it dangerous? Was it beautiful? Did it have cities or forests or—” He paused, as if a new thought had just sparked brighter than the rest. “Oh—and those palm talisman things?” Ash added casually, as if he were asking about a new phone app. “Could I get one of those, too? So I can call her when I have questions.” A beat passed. “Except I want mine in my bicep,” Ash said, performing an arm curl to highlight his point, grin spreading. “You know. Looks cooler.” The car went very quiet.

It was so sad that they haven't enjoy their childish life. Samuel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and finding a small glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Outside, the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the city. The world continued to turn, and life moved forward, even in the face of adversity. Jeff's phone rang with a familiar tune, and he quickly answered. "Hey, drake. What's the status?" Drake's voice came through, brimming with excitement. "We're arriving in Chicago soon. The deal is done, my friend. Get ready for some serious cash."

August lay back down and whispered into the dark, soft enough that maybe Ash wouldn’t hear: “…I remember you now.” But he did hear. Because Ash whispered back, without opening his eyes: “I never forgot you.”

He warned, before we left. The Ashborne lands were half a day's run northeast. We shifted at the edge of camp, our wolves tearing through the frost with practiced ease. Mine, silver gray eyes like storm clouds, was silent, focused. Cera's was smaller, faster, but never strayed far. By the time we reached the outer ridge, the sun was rising in the sky and the wind was sharp. The Ashborne estate was barely recognizable. Vines choked the blackened walls, and the stone steps were cracked with age. But the bones of the house remained.