Taryn Asher No Wedding Ring Novels & Stories

, He flicked his hair and hung Ash clothes for the evening in the coat hanger near the door. Ash looked at the tux for a second and then at his wedding ring. He thought about texting Bright about the party but then shook his head to distract him from any and every thought of Bright. ------- Ash buttoned his shirt up in front of the mirror. Type was waiting at the door for him to walk him to the anniversary party. He had picked out a black shirt and grey tux for him. Type hoped Bright would have accompanied Ash but like he mentioned, Bright was working all the way across the ocean in the United Kingdom. He hadn't texted or informed Ash about his whereabouts and although Ash pretended to no

"But why?" Carlisle shrugged, his expression wary. "I don’t know. She didn’t exactly explain. Just made sure the invite didn’t go out." Asher’s mind raced as he tried to piece it together. His mother was many things, but she wasn’t one to break traditions without good reason. If she had chosen to keep the Thunderbolt Pack out of the mating ceremony, there had to be more behind it. ***

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Scarlet swatted at me, her own soft laughter joining my own. "What? Why is Ki-Ki laughing like a lunatic?" Asher asked. Taryk's smile was all smoke and heat. "It's not clothes, Ash." "Oh yeah?" Asher sidled up next to his mate. "Whatcha get me, Cherrypie?" "That will require privacy, if you are as infatuated with your mate as you seem, Shifter. Privacy is not on the agenda for a number of hours. Leave her gifts for later," Graysten said.

Before Asher could answer, Adrian opened the door and left, closing it gently behind him this time. Silence swallowed the room. Asher exhaled shakily, a sound that bordered on a sob before he crushed it back down. His shoulders sagged, the rigid control he had held onto finally slipping the moment he was alone. He looked at his hand. The same ring sat there now, its twin burning into Ivy’s finger somewhere down the hall. The ring she had thrown away three years ago. The ring he had kept. The ring he had never stopped carrying, like a wound he refused to let heal.

I didn’t corrected them anymore from seeing Trent as my husband—well… part of it is that I am happy when they mistake me as married and it keeps a few teachers, who was trying to get my attention, at bay seeing how I was married. When they ask for a ring, I can always wear one of the sets that my parents left me. It fits perfectly. I am planning on giving the other one to Trent when we are official. Speed. I know. But it’s that or I’m gonna lose the chance. Time versus Ashley it is. “I should probably go back to class—my goodness, the finger painting activity I promised them.” I groaned and Martha laughed. I awkwardly shuffled my feet as I looked down.

There was some random discussion of marriage that was discussed by elders in which both were Ashley and Asher were interested but kept quiet. Due to some work Asher asked to begin the engagement ceremony earlier. Ashley had no idea about the rings but when Nathaniel Miller took out the rings for both of her nervousness begin. She stood beside Asher and her mom passed her the engagement ring. She looked at the simple plain band and wondered why the great Asher Miller will be wearing such a plain ring. Though she was nervous but not to show her fear, she very confidently placed the ring in his ring finger.

"Tasha wants to show me where she grew up and all the places of her life before she was turned. We're going to call it our honeymoon trip and get married while we're over there." Marsh had a glass of champagne in one hand and his new mate in the other. They didn't stop touching each other once the whole night. Tasha was wearing an engagement ring of rubies and diamonds that flashed fire and rainbows among the Christmas lights. Her smile was quiet but full of joy, as she snuggled against Marsh. Derek and I hadn't made an announcement, both of us happy for this night to belong to Marsh and Natasha. Noelle's sharp eyes hadn't missed my ring, though, and we'd spent a few minutes squealing in the

“Why me, of course, and let me tell you, you don’t hold a candle to me. He will soon get sick of a gold digging whore that you are.” They hadn’t told anyone besides Ryan’s parents who her family was. She had walked away from a very wealthy family. But Ashley’s other comment upset her more. Tally’s mind raced with doubts and insecurities. Was Ashley telling the truth? Had Ryan been involved with her in the past? The thought of an ex-lover being present at their wedding without her knowledge made her uneasy. But there was no way she would let this bitch walk all over her on her wedding day.