Sing Ash Novels & Stories

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.

I asked her “Neither” She grunted as she tried to get up, with her arms bound behind her back she was struggling. “Both it is then” I chuckled “Lets go arse first, it will hurt more when its not lubricated” I laughed as I thrust all the way into her arse dry.

Clad in a plain black shirt as he walks through the door way. I walk to the dj set, and ask him to turn it doesn't. He does as I grab the mic and tap on it before speaking into it, catching everyone attention. “Hello~ lovely ladies and gentlemen” I catch a glimpse of Zion moving along with the crowd. “I know you are enjoying but do you know what's this bash for?” I ask, eyeing Zion who finally makes it in the front. “Tonight's Bash is for my amazing brother Zion” I drag the word ‘amazing’ in a slow silly way before adding,

A slow, dangerous gravity I couldn’t seem to fight against. I shook my head against the tide of thoughts, trying to drag myself back to the present as Ashleigh Dana called me for yet another round of magical refinement. The trials were only days away, and if I didn’t get myself together, no amount of mate-bond humming or balcony-staring would help me then.

"They must feel threatened by you. That's why they are using such underhanded tactics. Don't read those comments. You don't want them affecting the match." I nodded. After preparing for so long, of course, I was not going to let this kind of negative noise shake me. However, before I could make any move, Nina came looking for me herself. "Ash, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had done so much for me." She cried as she grabbed my sleeve. "I was the one who wronged you before. I didn't pay attention to boundaries with male friends. "I gave Rowan flowers because he came to me first and said we could hype a CP to attract advertisers, so you could get a cut too.

The howling mountain wind tore through the ravine, carrying a freezing mist that clung to the skin like a shroud of wet ash. Outside the safehouse, the dense canopy of pine trees whipped violently against the gray sky, bending as if bowing to the massive diesel engine rumbling up the narrow access road. Headlights cut through the swirling fog, two twin beams of harsh, artificial white slashing across the timber walls before the heavy silhouette of an armored tactical personnel carrier ground to a halt fifty yards from the cabin.

As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page. However, there was no response. Logan’s patience ran thin. He spammed me with voice messages. “Coral, if you don’t show up now, I’ll dump your father’s ashes straight into the sewer. “You’ll never find him again. “This is your final chance to show yourself to me.” Logan had never sent me so many messages since Elise came into our lives. However, his attempts to communicate were met with silence. Time went by. Slumping against his bench, Logan clenched the phone in his hand.

Once they were set up, I took a seat on the couch beside Nigel as Ash knelt in front of the table, placing his hands on either side of the bowl that was now filled with water. "Now, Mason, I need you to touch the bowl and imagine who you are looking for." Ash commanded, meeting my gaze. "Make sure that you focus only on Danica, got it?" "Got it." I huffed. Sucking in a breath, I did as instructed and then let an image of my beautiful mate flash in my mind. As I did so, Ash lit a purple candle and started chanting something in a language I didn’t understand. "You’re distracting me with that chatter." I muttered, as his words drifted in and out.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.