Pokemon Clemont X Ash Novels & Stories

“You weren’t authorized.” The man grins. “I never am.” I recognize him before he speaks again. Not by face—by weight. By the way the city pulls away from him like it doesn’t want to be noticed. “Name’s Ash,” he says. “Protagonist, depending who you ask.” Jonas’s voice goes flat. “You’re supposed to be off-grid.” “Yeah,” Ash replies. “So are ghosts.” He looks at me then. Really looks. No reverence. No calculation. Just recognition.

Yeah, that's what should do. I turn to him and smile, "I'm here to congratulate my boyfriend" waving the flowers in my hand. " who?" He asked. I smiled and gave him an answer, im sorry Ashley but I need to do this. " Musk" THIRD-PERSON POV It's already been half an hour since the game started. Both teams are doing their best to win the match especially the CBX gaming who was struggling to fight the synergy that BLKQ has. Because of the strategies that Ashley planned, the said group takes the lead from start and maintains it up until the present. The CBX tries to think of a solution on how can they turn the tables. The only thing that they think of was the elder dragon.

Tears streamed down my face, dripping into my father's ashes and staining them dark. I did not wipe my face. I did not respond to Stella. I did not look at Hudson, who stood beside her with an undisguised smirk. I reached out with trembling hands, gathering the ashes little by little, trying to put them back into the urn. "I'm sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry... this is my fault..." Hudson had his arm around Stella's waist. He let out a theatrical sigh. "Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..."

I fold my arms rebelliously. “Ooo, I’m going to stop you right there, darling. I’m no boy. I could show you if you have any doubts,” Paxton retorts, suddenly amused. Caden curses and turns to his perverted friend. “Paxton, you don’t want me to warn you again.” “My bad.” Paxton lifts his hands in surrender and goes back to attacking the sushi. Asher looks pale, sitting between these two jerks from Stanford. If not for my pride, I would gladly set him free from this horror—hell, myself even.

Inside the conference room, Grant gave Rowan unusually high praise. He said the CP videos of Rowan and Nina had gone viral, driving significant economic gains for the studio. After a brief pause, he added that there would be adjustments to team roles. Under his unsubtle gaze, and Rowan’s occasional provocative looks in my direction, a bad feeling crept up on me. Sure enough, Grant turned to me. "Ash, you have worked hard these past two years. So, to let you get some proper rest, we have decided that you don't need to keep grinding for matches for the time being.

“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.

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

she says as the images flick again and my breath stalls. Massive dragons. Beautiful. Breath-taking. Soul stopping. I stare at the image in awe. My parents told me stories about the dragons. In fact, my father’s bonded had been a dragon. An astrol dragon. Malakar. Absolutley giant and beautiful. I remember climbing on him as a small child as though he was a jungle gym. And the craziest thing? He would let me. Everyone knows you do not approach another’s bonded, but perhaps it was the fact that I was his bonded’s child. I suppose we will never know.

“It’s Gray who plays softball, not you. You hated that thing, right?” Ash blinked, “I’m not Gray?” “No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “You don’t know who you are?” Ash furrowed his brows, deep in thought. Suddenly he grabbed a strand of hair that was hanging just above his face, “I am Groot!” “Right,” I say. Glancing at Red, I tip my head over to Ash. “Watch him, I’ll just talk to that solid block of ice over there.” Red nods, understanding. “You should, he’s out of it since a few hours ago. We were buying food and he kept bumping into shit.”

"Because my ass was that of a horse the first time I shifted?" "That and your dong was long and strong," Asher said, shooting him with a finger gun and a wink. Kiema collapsed into trills of giggles. "Oh Tonto!" Ransom's face darkened with lust. "I'm good with it," he said, not bothering to look up at Asher. Asher gave himself a high-five. "Knew you would." I rolled my eyes. "I'm still coming up with a different name for my tiger." "Nope. I've spoken. It's final." Asher dipped his head once. "All done. No switchies, no takebacksies."