Romans & histoires Sing Johnny X Ash

Little did Maria know that Asmo had devious plans to stage an attempted sexual assault on her, only to swoop in and save the day, reveling in the twisted satisfaction of his manipulative scheme. Asmo and Johnny engaged in a lively and brotherly banter, reminiscing about their shared history. Johnny recounted his humble beginnings as an R18 actor who aspired for more, eventually forging an unexpected friendship with the enigmatic Asmo. Their camaraderie blossomed, with Asmo offering guidance and support, never asking Johnny to compromise his integrity, and seeking nothing more than genuine companionship.

Mob boss Ash Ash: Good night Ash: Don't forget to drink a lot for the rest of the night and weeks with the meds and everything else Ash: Especially if you cried Olivia: That addition was not needed Ash: Too late Ash: Good night Olivia: Night Night

Xes asked. "I'm just guarding you," Ash said. "We don't need it," I said while eating ice cream. "Did you fight?" Xes askedasked as she look to me then look at Ash. "Who are you talking about kiddo?" I asked. "You and brother Zach," Xes answered. "Who's Ash are you talking about? I don't know any person who has the name Ash. Who are you talking about?" I asked. Call me bitter as long as you want but I don't care. Maybe there is nothing wrong with dreaming. I want to forget everything about him. But that would never happen if he just kept popping up in the place where I was just like now.

"That tramp was the one who got into my way, if it weren't for her I would be by his side, me, Linda, it's supposed to be me, not that wench, everything she has originally belonged to me, everything, his love, his every d*mn possession!" "Yes, I caught it!" Ash whispers as he stops his broadcast, signaling for us to leave. "Let's leavfast Neo," he says, giving me a hand so I can get up. Suddenly, Ash flinches, cold sweat dripping all over his face as he is unwilling to turn around, but I can see what's behind him. That huge figure behind him. "Ah ha, so we have a little company in our midst!" She says with a big warm smile that spells trouble.

I would have thought him the basic skills in blackmail. Without much effort, I could easily find the tape. Asher was a simple minded and naive man who just had a handsome face and bulked up body build. His hiding spots would be as predictable as he is. I was about to leave the two lover birds to enjoy their love quarrel when I heard the voice of my Xavier. He sounded so like sex on the beach with chocolate toppings. I itched to see his face, his well sculptured lips and beautiful eyes. Xavier was my always and forever even though he was yet to accept what was.

I detach from the sensation in my legs, I disconnect from the raw metal burning my neck, let him talk, let them watch, every strike, every insult, frees me from any debt I thought I owed him and his family. On the elevated stone steps across the courtyard, three people stand under an archway. Jaxon stands rigid, his spine straight, his black suit immaculate. His face is a mask of stone, convincing himself this public humiliation restores institutional order, or get rid of the fact that he is my mate. Beside him, Asher stands with both hands shoved deep into his trousers, his jaw is locked tight, his grey eyes pales and wide. He thinks he's being logical. He thinks the painful tightening in h

“It’s about the shipment. One of our guys was ambushed.” Leo lowered the gun slightly but didn’t put it away. “Go on.” Asher took a step closer, his voice steadier now. “John was coming back with the proceeds from washing the counterfeit cash. Donald Abruzzi’s crew hit him on the way. They stole the money. All of it.” Leo’s grip on the gun tightened again, his knuckles white. “Is John dead?” “No,” Asher said quickly. “He got lucky. Took a bullet to the shoulder but managed to escape. He’s at the safehouse now, getting patched up.”

"We were just following orders!" Asher’s grip tightened, and the man’s eyes bulged as he struggled to breathe. "Who gave the orders?" Asher demanded, his voice a deadly whisper. But before the man could answer, Asher let out a low growl and threw him aside, the man landing in a crumpled heap against the side of the SUV. He was unconscious before he hit the ground. Carlisle took care of the third guy. Carlisle swiftly incapacitated the third man The silence that followed was deafening. Asher stood in the open doorway, his chest heaving with barely controlled fury, his eyes still glowing with the remnants of his rage. His gaze swept over the interior of the SUV, and when it landed on Olivia an

Surely they are an immortal. "Like I said, the least you know, the better. Aspen called me manipulative? You haven't met Sinful yet. He may not be able to fully read your thoughts, but he will get them out in his own special ways," Asher tells me, looking directly out the window rather than at me. "Is he like you?" I question. Asher casts his gaze over at me fully this time. It's straightforward and slightly irritated. "Like me?"

I say. “No,” the man agrees. “But it’s honest.” The silver tightens,not warning, not urging. Waiting. “What happens if I say no?” I ask. The man’s jaw flexes. “Then others will try less politely.” “And if I say yes?” “Then this crossing happens cleanly,” he says. “One step. No blood. No fractures.” Gideon steps closer to me. “Elora, don’t—” “I know,” I whisper. My heart pounds.