Sing Ash Novels & Stories

He really was speaking from the bottom of his heart… Why? Why did he have to wait until that moment? It was too late for that! My heart was already broken. Even if we managed to fix it, there would still be a hideous scar on it. My tears rolled down like rain, and the pain I had was mixed with hatred. I pushed him away like a lunatic, telling him to get lost. However, his body weakly fell to the ground, and I was stunned by what had happened so suddenly. I reached out my foot to kick him a little. "Stop playing dead. Yoel? Yoel!"

she whimpered, the word muffled. Asher pressed his canines against her bloody neck and growled. “Stop this now, Sina, or I’ll rip my teeth into your throat and make you submit to me. And I know how much of a brat you like to be.” “I-I can’t,” she whispered. “I can’t.” “Anna,” Asher growled, his canines lengthening and pressing into her soft spot on her neck, where we would all mark her one day. “Do it, Asher,” she whispered. “Please, end this. You have to—”

He didn’t think she would have to find out that way. “Ash?” he called her and saw her quickly wipe her tears. “Let’s go,” she said and didn’t say anything after. On the ride back to school, Cassian worried about how she was feeling. He could feel her slipping from the back and every time, he has to slow down and make her adjust properly. After few minutes, he came to a halt and turned to look at her. “Ash? Are you okay? Do you need me to take you somewhere else?” he asked.

she laughed it out. "Oh shit!" Ash spat. "Oh shit!" I responded. "This is going to be a rough ride, to make her believe your existence. All the best, dude," Ash teased me. "Shut up," I growled.

"I will teach Asha while I try to remember what happened the night when Uncle Mithin died." "You're not alone when it comes to teaching Asha. I'm actually here to continue our lessons. And ... expect a cooking battle from me." Abhik said as his mouth curved to a smile.

A half-empty bottle of scotch sat beside him, the liquid catching the firelight in golden waves. He took a long, slow sip and let the burn crawl down his throat, like a reminder of everything he had endured to get here. His jaw clenched before a twisted smile broke across his face. Then came the laughter — slow at first, then louder, rising into something more like a manic triumph. He slammed the glass onto the desk, whiskey sloshing out and staining a stack of neatly organized documents that lay before him — each one signed, sealed, and silently damning.

She tells her to bring her a pot abd she goes in then comes back with a shisha pot. It is five percent alcoholic. Aleesha takes a long puff before handing the pipe to Humylash. They continue exchanging it, Aleesha's hatred for Eesh long forgotten. If only she knows that the feeling is mutual. Hatred at first sight!

“I'm sick of running.” Aria met her eyes, her gaze hard and firm. “So am I. But we're not ready, not yet.” She says, gritting her teeth. “We understand you, Ash, and we're not complaining about it.” Alexander says, smiling at her, while strapping a sharp dagger around his ankles. She smiles and turns to leave to pack her things. They start to pack important things, some food, herbs, weapons they have and other stuff. Later, beneath the canopy of stars, twenty three years old Aria sat alone with her dagger. She ran her thumb over the hilt, carved with the Ashborne crest. The only piece she hadn't let go.

the drawling voice of Deputy Director Anna Starling said, the sound of it coming through the vehicle’s speakers. Knight grimaced even as Rina sped up in order to catch the yellow light at the intersection and skid into a sharp U-turn. They both knew better than to ask for details over the line. “Understood. We’re on our way.” The connection went dead and everything went back to normal “Any idea why they’re recalling us early?” Rina asked. “No, but it has to be important.” Rina sighed mournfully. “I was so looking forward to lunch.” The director was firm in his belief that active AHDF field agents, especially Awakaned, needed downtime between missions to be at their fighting best.

Comes the order I've grown accustomed to. I lower myself to the ground, my hands under my face, my head nearly touching the floor. I hold in a breath as I wait for what will happen next. I hear Craig remove his belt. Suddenly the familiar cracking sound whips through the air, as he begins lashing his belt against my back. I keep holding my breath. Breathing only makes the pain worse. He hears me cry out, which causes him to double the lashings. I can feel blood dripping down my back from the beating. It is both creating new wounds, and opening up old ones. I shut my eyes tight, counting the strokes as he goes. Once he gets to thirteen, I slowly begin to relax. Each beating is thirteen stroke