Sing Ash Novels & Stories

, Ash asks? " Because I was disrespectful. I inappropriately danced with Sam", I told them. "Correct. You're going to count with each hit until you get to 15", Ash commands. "Yes sir" I answered him. I heard his approving growl. Out of nowhere, I heard a loud slap sound followed by pain on my ass cheek. I wince from it. It is a hard hit, but it also feels strangely amazing. I can't explain it and it leaves me a little breathless.

Same place. Ashiyaan got there and saw him gulping down alcohol. She shook her head storming towards him. She snatched the bottle and let it fall on the floor. In a second Avinash pushed her bit on her shoulder and he raised his hand to slap Ashiyaan while she closed her eyes covering her cheeks and turning her face a bit.

Chapter Thirty-One: Isn't it suspicious? In the living room, Shane invited Asher for a drink at his mini bar. They sat adjacent to each other on stools while Shane poured the alcohol. “What do you want?” he asked, grabbing a bottle. “Vodka,” Asher replied without hesitation. Shane glanced at him, lifting a brow. “Isn’t that too strong? You have to drive Alissa back.” There was a hint of concern in his voice, though he tried to sound nonchalant.

I ask quietly. Ash doesn’t answer immediately. He folds the note carefully, slips it into his pocket, and pours the remaining wine into my glass. “Nothing. “Smile at the nice people, Tara and pretend we haven’t just stepped on a landmine.”

ash : shutup honey how can you show my room to him me : what do you mean by it if I don't show your room should I let him to stay in my room ash : what the hell honey me : don't blame me your face is showing all answers ash : enough honey me : ok ok say did he accepted your proposal ash : yeah he accepted my proposal me : wow let's party hansika : what's going on here me : our ash is not single anymore hansika : really me : yeah niha : so now I have two sister in laws

Ruby brews coffee so strong it could wake the dead, then drinks it like it’s punishment. “They’re rattled,” she says, almost smiling, “rattled people trip over their own feet, good.” Lucien stands at the window like he’s on sentry duty. “Elias won’t sit still now,” he mutters, “once the mask is off, he’ll get sloppy.”

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

Asher brought the bottle to his lips, and the way his nose scrunched disdainfully had me erupting in laughter. “Is it good?” I teased. “As good as cheap beer can be.” He grunted, his eyes dragging down the length of my body until he stopped just where my hands were, fumbling with the button to my shorts. “Not all of us can afford that fancy bourbon you drink.” Cassidy giggled, but Asher’s attention was otherwise diverted. "I personally think it tastes like gasoline either way."

Every step was calculated, every action rehearsed. “We’re in position,” Olivia whispered into her communications. Asher’s voice crackled in answer. “You’re clear. Go.” The server room buzzed with technology, filled with bright machines along the walls. Olivia typed quickly on the keyboard, expertly navigating past firewalls and encryption security. Mira stood guard, her sharp eyes searching for any signs of trouble. “Almost there,” Olivia mumbled. “Just need another minute.” But a minute was all it took for the unexpected to happen.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"