Pokemon Dawn X Ash Novels & Stories

Lying in front of the shareholders like this? She stepped forward. "Aren't you afraid you'll be exposed and humiliate yourself?" "I'm telling you, leave now. When you get slapped in the face later, don't cry about it." Hudson followed up. "Damon, I know you're upset because of your father. We all understand. "But this isn't something you can joke about. This isn't a game." "Exactly." I curled my lips slightly, a chill spreading through my eyes. "This isn't a game."

POV: Rhea Mooncrest Rhea stared at Ash, and for a moment, the Hex of Desire faltered, leaving her exposed to the raw, bleeding agony on his face. He looked like a man who had watched his entire world vanish into a canyon. He was soaked to the bone, his chest heaving, his gold eyes wide with a devastation so profound it made Rhea’s soul ache. "Ash," she whispered, taking a step forward, her hand reaching out instinctively.

my mothers words scream at me inside my head. I look around at the people around me, some of the faces i recognize from over the years. I never bothered to make friends its kind of pointless when you hidding. " Anyone tries anything they die" says the man next to garret. Ive never seen him before he's well kept clearly a man of higher standing than garret with clean white sleeves and shiny boots. Hes handome with blonde hair and a sharp jaw. They all like that, beautiful built like gods with bodies carved from the heavens themself. But i know better its just a mask hiding the beast they really are. Devils disguised as angles.

"Absolutely. I would do anything for him. But also Jake. The boss’s boss is also my boss. And I am loyal through and through." "I can see that. And I will tell your boss not to feel guilty. I understand. Also, thanks for letting me realize I was superficial. I still had so much to learn about them. Like their childhood and their..." "Well, thanks... But I will have to stop bothering you now because… well, looks like your ‘chocolate boy’ is here." Xander chuckled, cutting through me, his nonchalant demeanor back. I followed his gaze outside and saw Asher waiting by the car, holding a flower bouquet in his hand.

Xavier shouts at both of them. “I want that too. I want you guys to delete the posts about that. If you guys don’t do that, I am going to tell that it wasn’t dad who saved her but it was Xavier who saved her in front of the whole media and your all efforts will go in vain. You will be more ashamed of all these things,” Asher adds. I don’t know but I am feeling quite happy right now. I feel like I have someone right beside me and I feel like now I am strong with these two lads supporting me. But how in the world Asher knows that Xavier saved me? Did he see that?

But wait, who's he talking about? ' You keep forgetting,silly. He's a King Alpha and rules the Knight bloodline. He has his men. Ah!' Sia sighs in a dreamy tone. 'He's such a powerful man and Ash is so hot.' Who's Ash? 'His wolf of course.' Sia replies. How do you know him?

He died in his own revenge, but so did the Gray Pack's leaders. It was that time when Adeline was only twelve and Xavier was only fifteen. Young Xavier was forced to step to his position and led the pack despite his minimal knowledge. He managed, however, and they lived in peace, but the other pack had never moved on. Alpha Hale, the current Alpha of the Night Pack, was really his father's son. He worked hard to grow his pack, just so he could avenge something he had no rights of: In what part had the Gray Pack done them any wrong?

But after a few seconds, he shakily put it on speaker. "Hello, Miss Seraphina. We are calling to follow up on the Twilight Ash service you inquired about. Do you still require it? Miss Seraphina? Miss Seraphina?" Hearing the words "Twilight Ash service," Damien's breath caught in his throat. "So I heard her correctly that day." "The day Seraphina went to request the dissolution, she was already arranging her own funeral." Damien's voice trembled so much it was almost incoherent.

“Don’t lump me in with those bottom-feeding creeps.” I winced. “Devil?” Ash took a long breath, clearly trying not to set me on fire. “Yes, I’m not the kind that just whispers sins into people’s ears. I’m a devil.” He leaned back against the bed frame, raised one hand, and twirled his long fingers in the air like he was drawing something invisible. A faint red light sparked at his fingertip before fading. “Name’s Ash Ravencroft. I make deals with humans. You have something I want. I can give you something you want.”

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.