Pokemon Fanfiction Ash Raised By Mewtwo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

All of them flickered through me, and the power drank deep from each emotion they stirred. I dropped to my knees with a gasp, eyes wide. And still, Ash didn’t let go. “Feel that?” he whispered, crouching beside me. “That’s the real you. Not some little wolf in heat. Not a mate-marked pawn. Not a curse.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against my temple. “That,” he said, “is a goddess being born.”

Chapter 3: AGONY Sophia froze, her heart sinking as she recognized Ryan's voice. She turned slowly, her tear-streaked face looking up at him. "Ryan," she began, her voice shaking. "He's your son." Ryan's face twisted in rage as he threw forged paternity results at her feet. "Don't you dare lie to me, Sophia!" he yelled. "Lana showed me the proof. You're disgusting. Carrying another man's child and pretending it's mine?"

"Call it what you want, but regardless you were important to me." "What kind of experiments?" "Your mother was the Shadow Assassin. She passed skills that everyone sought after. We wanted revenge on the Shadow Assassin for betraying us. I wanted to make you to be her exact copy. I knew she managed a way to pass down her skills to you. So I wanted to create a Shadow Assassin that would stay loyal to us. However through the years, you proved that to be virtually impossible. Which is when I had an idea. All this time we had tried to break you, until you showed complete loyalty to us. We realized that regardless of our efforts, you would never show loyalty to us. However, what if it wasn't your

things he had just been showing me. I don’t know if this is normal. Why is he acting like she is already our mate? This is not what we were taught in school. His ranting and that amazing coconut scent are not making it easy. Why does she smell so good all of a sudden? She has always smelt like coconuts to me but not like this. The older she gets the stronger and more appealing it gets. I shift so that she won’t be able to tell how my body is reacting to her. All I want to do is crush my lips to hers, press every inch of her gorgeous body to mine. Run my hands over that perfect ass of hers. I want to know what it feels like to squeeze those globes as she puts her legs around my waist while I

"I asked him about it and he said it was an experiment her family has been working on, that none of his ancestors could find a women strong enough to live through it. No one was ever successful. Until now. I saw in the document that he had been following Jones and Jia even before the new underworld was formed. There weren't many notes on them, but once Jia got pregnant, the document started to fill with information. I haven't got the slightest idea on how he knew - even before your bestfriend had been born - that she was going to be the one." Prea stood in shock. Trying to process the given information. "Why- why are you doing this?" "I'm doing this because I owe that man my whole life. He r

The one I had prayed so hard would end with me but my pup had inherited it. Ignoring the plates aimed at me, I dodged them and ran to my son. Falling to my knees, I pulled him into my arms and let Storm howl a deep, commanding cry that cut through the chaos. Silence. The plates stopped mid-air, suspended. But he was still in a trance. Then Storm howled again, softer this time. Slowly, Ash's eyes changed from red to brown. The suspended dishes all crashed to the ground. "Papa..." he muttered, before collapsing in my arms. His body was burning it seemed his first powers had taken so much from him. He needed to be attended to.

While they were arguing about which name suited my pup better, Asher snuck me away. In the staircase, he stopped, cupped my face and kissed me hungrily. “Fuvk, been a minute I tasted these lips.” Thoroughly loved it but had to feign a frown. “You kissed me before I went into labor and that was just…” “Shhhh.” He pulled me along gently. “Where are we going?” I asked, unsure. “To make another pup.” “What?!!” THE END.

Chapter Four: Happy Birthday James POV: I hate to leave her. I wasn’t a very good father to Ash, but she always made me proud of her. She is smart like her mother, and she is timid until you push her over the edge. She can have a fiery temper given the right circumstances. I looked around the house; I had planned to fix it up for her gave her a place to call sanctuary. After one quick look around, I left a large purple present box on Ash’s bed. It was a gift from her mom before she was murdered.

He wobbled across the patio on unsteady legs, his cheeks flushed from the cold, giggling as he chased a stray leaf. I scooped him up before he could tumble into the snow. He was different from Adrian. Where Adrian was shadows and steel, Ash was light. He had my eyes and a laugh that could melt the iciest corner of a room. We had named him Ash because, after the fire that took everything, something had risen from the blood and the ruin. He was our rebirth. "Are you keeping your brother out of trouble?" I asked, kissing Ash’s cold nose. Ash gurgled, grabbing a fistful of my hair.