Pokemon Fanfiction Watching Ash Mga Nobela at Kwento

Abigail's POV. "I have been involved in a few fights in my life and I am not proud of everything that I have done but the only thing you can be rest assured of, is the fact that you would never be disappointed when it comes to me." Asher told me. My eyes lingered on him, watching the once confident man look like he was trying so hard not to break down in my presence and I kind of understood it but at the same time, realized that he was fighting some battles that would never make any sense to me except he came out clean.

”I replied. He sighed receding to my mind. Ash feels everything I feel, the pain of losing his pack mates and everyone dear to him. He was okay with me pretending to be human because I rarely shift and when he wants to go for a run, I go into the farthest forest and shift letting him out for some time. I know that Ash would also want to protect our mate, ignoring her doesn't mean we are neglecting her, he knows that I am trying to keep her safe.

Ember's P.O.V. (After the fight) I watched Ash's back as he left. I felt like this is the moment that is going to start tearing us further apart. How did things go so wrong? I looked down at Toni. I was still having to heal him as Ash really did a number on him. He seemed to be in less pain now.

AKISHA'S SHORT POV I will give you a hint of who I really am, but I won't make it easy for all of you. I will confuse your brains until you go insane. Soon... The time for me to reveal who I really am is coming closer. They will soon see the true definition of a demon. I just smiled as I looked at Ash, together with his friends in the distance, with a trace of surprise and shock on their faces. ASH'S POV

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.

Liam P.O.V. Getting back home I am drenched from the sudden burst of rain. My mind is running a mile a minute, and Ash is both fuming by his mate degrading herself like that, and excited to have been with his mate again. But he is also really frustrated with her for not wanting to be with us. She keeps saying she is not Luna material, but we can feel the power within her. She is so strong. Why doesn’t she believe in herself?

With proud faces, Ash picks up some ice chips and places them on his kids backs. They scream and giggle, trying to get the ice out of their pants. Ash runs towards Kara and dumps water all over his head. "Paybacks are a bitch, isn't it?" He speaks into the screen. Apparently, he was live streaming, and fans were very amused by their water/ice fight this morning.

Power and them. “They don’t love you, Ash.” My voice cracks with pain as I speak and my tears leak out freely. “They only want what you can give them, they don’t see you the way I do. The way I always will. I don’t want to lose you, My King.” Ashryn shakes his head lightly and light leaks out of his hand as he clenches them. The light moves like something liquid. Thick, golden, resplendent. I barely pull in my next breath before a vision takes hold of me and a soft gasp leaves my mouth.

(Ricks POV) I go up to Ash's room and find her huddled up in a ball like a small child. I run my fingers up and down her exposed arm. The instant my fingers touched her, the lingling of sparks were felt and they were prety strong. "Mate is dreaming. . . Maybe of us." Max says in a hush voice.

And now both of them were watching me. “Rowan, right?” Ash stepped close enough for me to smell his warm, strong scent. “Never seen you before. Were you hiding under a rock until now?” I forced my voice into Rowan’s deeper pitch. “Transferred in.” Ash smirked, glancing at Cruz. “Another Shadowspike stray?” Cruz did not answer, but his gaze stayed on me. I tried to walk past, but Ash’s hand shot out and caught my shoulder. It was a light touch, but here it was also a test. I felt the challenge in it, the unspoken demand for submission.