Sing Ash Novels & Stories

Ash smiles, “Me too, she’s bound to taste fucking unbelievable. The smell of her arousal, when you were teasing her, that was fucking divine.” Ash hums as he strokes himself more firmly, still slow, wanting this to last, but knowing it won’t if he isn’t careful. He’s already so close. “How would you have her if you could?” Kai moans softly,

he introduced himself with a stretch of his hands while pulling off the face mask covering his face. "Bethany Jessica Asha," Beth introduced herself with a handshake. George narrowed his eyes on her. She quickly noticed his body went stiff and his face morphed into one without an expression. "You are an Asha?" she hesitated before nodding in reply, and he sneered. "What is an Asha doing in Salem City?" he questioned. Beth shrugged with an amused smile. Ashas are a family of gifted werewolves bonded together by a birthmark instead of blood connection. Each member of this family has a birthmark unique to themselves alone, which also represents the power they hold.

My throat felt dry and sour because of screaming and drinking whole two bottles of beer. Clouds of uncertainty loomed over my senses.I felt defeated and betrayed.My own fate and family decieved me. I could not see any ray of hope in the darkness of conspiracy. But I could not sit and mourn the misfortune of my life. I am Asher Black,the born fighter .Things happens according to my will in either way. "Good morning Sir."Lisa,one of my maid kept a cup of coffee on the table and turned back to leave. "Lisa can you bring paracetamol for God's sake?"I rubbed my temples to ease the throbbing pain.

I finished as the doors opened. "There's our fearless leader. What are we up against?" Asher asked. He was playing with some kind of machine, like always. His fingernails browned from grease, with a matching smear down his cheek. His butterscotch eyes alight with a child's joy and an adolescent's irreverence.

"I'm just a use-and-dump to Oswald and you, ain't I? I have two wicked, uncaring friends. Poor innocent me. He feigned a cry, but what he received from Wyatt was an unamused snort, which made him harrumph as a response. I rolled my eyes at his act. If he's really innocent, then perhaps we will hardly find a bad person in the world. Asher turned to me and threw a lidded 50-ml white ceramic bottle on my bed. "Apply the mixture on your skin and leave it for 30 minutes to clear away all the impurities, dirt, etc." He instructed, and I nodded. "It mustn't be less than that." He muttered strictly. His voice was a bit tough, and I nodded without hesitation.

“Not some romance prodigy.” I carried my purse into the kitchen, where Ash was perched on a barstool, sipping coffee. Actual coffee. I froze, blinking at her. “Black coffee? Seriously? What’s going on with you?” Ash raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’ve never seen you drink anything that isn’t wine, vodka, or some mix of the two.” She smirked, swirling the coffee in her mug. “Even I need a caffeine fix every now and then.”

Ashina poured some drink on her glass cup and pour for his own before playing a music from her phone and dancing to the tone of it. "Let's get to work Ashina. I really don't understand why you're putting on this act" Carson pouted out on sensing that something is about to go wrong if he follows her plans .

I answered seriously. "Well, it seems like tonight is the night," Thomas replied with unmistakable jest laced in his voice. "Ashina was drugged with a dangerous substance called aphrodisiac. The main purpose is to stimulate their sexual desires. It lowers inhibitions and can make the victim act on their heightened desires." I glanced at Ashina, who was still struggling with her clothes, trying to remove her gown. I quickly turned my head, closing my eyes to avoid seeing her in such a vulnerable state. I gritted my teeth. “I promise to have the head of that bastard."

He handed me a small cup half filled with water and I took a sip, soothing my throat and calming my nerves. “Thank you sir.” He smiled, collecting the cup from me. I stared from the pan at the smoke, watching it swirl around Ronan’s bed like a cloud. He must have noticed me staring at it as he cleared his throat. “The smoke of Ashara.” “What?” I asked, turning to face him. “That is its name, the smoke of Ashara, produced by burning Ashara roots. The first time I heard of it was when my father used it for his father when he became unconscious after a fall.”

"At ano ang halaga ng lahat ng ito kung kapalit naman ay ang pagkawala ni Thalia?! Hindi mo ba naiintindihan? Hindi pera ang habol ko rito!" BAGO PA NIYA MATAPOS ang sasabihin, isang malakas na tunog ng basag ang umalingawngaw sa opisina. Hinagis ni Asher ang isang baso sa dingding, dahilan para tumalsik ang tubig sa sahig. Pilit niyang pinapakalma ang sarili ngunit nanananig pa rin ang galit niya sa nangyayari.