Romans & histoires New Ash

A faint smile curved her lips, but there was nothing warm in it. Ashleigh Dana sat beside Voss, her hair shifting in soft ripples of color I couldn’t read yet, pale gold at the roots, bleeding into streaks of copper and violet. Her attention was fixed on me, a quiet alertness beneath her otherwise casual posture. Of all of them, she felt the least threatening, though I knew she could be the most unpredictable.

Jessie apologized and stretched out her hand, offering a handshake of peace. Ryan smiled, nodded, and accepted the offer. "How abo ut we redo the introduction?" he said with a smirk. "I am Ryan Walsh." At that moment, Lana knew something was up with him.

I let out a low laugh, yeah I would find that annoying too. Ash stops suddenly at the corner before his street. “Are you ready to see everyone?” he asks softly. I nod my head, theres no better time them now. Ash looks relieved and filled with hope. He turns readying himself to walk around the corner, I see him lift his head, and stand up straighter. Like the chat we have had has cleansed him of his past burdens and now he has been reborn. With one final look at me he walks around the corner and I follow.

A smile forms on my lips at that. Ash had been so excited about getting a new leg that he wasn’t even scared of having the old one removed. Once Markus pretty much sold the idea that he would be half-robot once the new one gets installed his friends would be jealous of him for sure. Which for some reason really made Ash happy?

“Also, there’s a change in the male lead too. Apparently, Marvin fell sick.” “So who’s the new lead?” I said, glancing at the boys in the room but then the twin doors suddenly opened for the mighty male lead. Donning his proud smile and flaunting that ridiculously sexiness of his. Ash. He was dressed in a cream and brown short sleeved shirt on a pair of perfectly tailored black trousers and chelsea boots. His top three buttons were left open revealing that sturdy chest of his, my wolf drooled over. I forgot how to breathe instantly with each step he took. The sparks kept increasing with every moment.

“Play hardball, Starling.” “Gladly,” she said with a sharp nod before leaving the conference room. Rodrigo crossed his arms over his chest, studying the remaining data. “Ignoring the possibility of an unregistered Awakaned, we’ve managed to follow the money trail through dozens of offshore accounts and shell companies to a meat packing company based out of Newton, Kansas, that hasn’t had a working plant in at least a decade. It’s been on the FBI’s radar recently as a possible trafficking location, and they’ve had surveillance running on it for the past month. Drone and satellite imagery shows activity occurring at night that has nothing to do with cattle.”

Aetherion Academy towers above me. It's carved into the cliffs like it belongs there—stone and iron and something older woven through it. Massive archways stretch toward the sky, banners snapping in the wind, dark against the gray-blue backdrop. Flickering golden lights spill out of the windows and all around. Like you can literally see the magic alive here. It's beautiful.

Without even looking over my shoulder, I knew that Jared was grinning maliciously. “He hasn’t ordered them into your territory yet?” I asked curiously. I was surprised that he’d relented enough, although that was probably because Dwight knew what kind of Alpha Asha really was, and was trying not to be naive in underestimating him, that or he wasn’t completely sure about Ashas’ exact house. “No, I don’t think he’s gotten anything yet… besides I’d send his hounds back to him in pieces,” Asha said, baring his teeth. “Mutts who aren’t careful get their ears clipped for not listening to their master.”