Thirteen Reasons Why Author Jay Asher Novels & Stories

“What?” Kevin wondered if he had heard him wrong. “I’m joining you. I’ll help you deal with the Whitaker family.” Asher said, Kevin’s voice was filled with surprise. “You’re joining us? Are you serious? Why?” “Well, there’s no particular reason. I guess I just don’t like the Foster family.” Kevin asked, “Is it because you believe Nora framed Elena and want revenge on her?” Asher didn’t answer. Kevin hadn’t expected him to. Whether Asher answered or not, Kevin already knew the truth.

A muscle ticked in Asher’s jaw, betraying him. Riley’s voice softened. “He or she would’ve been around the same age as those two, huh?” Asher froze mid-breath. The words were quiet, barely more than a breath, but they carved straight into him. “They would’ve been around the same age as them now.” He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The smoke faded into the wind, but the ache in his chest didn’t. Not even a little. (Sorry for the late reply, guys. I had an accident. Lost my phone in that and injured myself. Keep me in your prayers and let me know what you think about the book and support me!)

That's why they had been chosen to protect me. But everything changed, everything I knew was proved wrong the moment Alpha Asher came in. He weaved through them like the yarn of a thread and killed every single one of them. When I saw him approaching the torturing chamber, I was shocked. Impossible, I had thought while staring at him. But after that night, I knew that everything happens for a reason. This was that reason, the only opportunity I had to retaliate and bring back the trust my father had already lost for me and my confidence that was gradually waning.

"Love, wait a second—" I spin on him, shoving him hard. "You’re defending her? What the actual hell is going on here? You told me not to throw her in the cells—give me one good reason why I shouldn’t after hearing what she did!" Asher watches me, running his thumb over his lower lip, calculating. I don’t care. I don’t want to hear another carefully crafted excuse. "No, you know what? I’m done. If I mean nothing to any of you, if my feelings don’t matter, then why should I keep trying? Why should I break my back for people who don’t give a damn about me?" I pace back and forth my skin feels too tight over my body. I can't breathe here.

"Asher won't appreciate this, but I guess I could tell you a little bit about him." Francesca sat up, she truly thought Jax wouldn't grant her wish, "I've heard the rumors, but can you tell me what kind of man Asher Evans is? the real Asher Evans." "First you need to know, that Asher isn't as bad as the rumors. He is a successful man so he has his fair share of enemies, and that's where the rumors come from. He has also had a hard life, he lost his parents when he was fifteen. As much as I know his parent's death almost broke him. Some terrible things happened to him afterward and it left him sad, and alone."

“You sad? Awwn. It’s a good thing she did though. That baby would have been so messed up.” “Shut up!” Asher demanded as he walked closer to Jared and Jared just laughed. No, actually he wasn’t going to shut up. Asher felt like he could just waltz in people’s lives, use them and dump them when he decided they had no use for him anymore but somehow he still managed to go back to them and attempt to do the same shit all over again. He was growing tired of it. “You raped her Asher. Countless times. That baby was not a product of love or anything good. Hell I’m sure even Lori herself didn’t want it!”

My mom placed a hand on his shoulder and stroked it calmly. ”Asher was a sweet kid, he was innocent and lively, he wanted to play and explore but as he grew older, everything changed. After he turned twelve the horrific deeds in his head started implanting themselves in his actions. He picked fights, he chose friends and said that they were superior to the others. He said that the one he chooses as his Beta will be as untouchable as him and they will be above everyone else. To the other kids he would have them walk further away, not look him the eyes unless he gave his permission. He pointed to girls and they would come running in his teenage years and when he was done with them he would tos

Sherman sighed, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers, “These kids, I never understand them. Making my job harder than it already is.” Why was Asher suddenly interested in Kiara again? Is this one of his ploys or is he genuinely seeing that he cannot live without his mate? Although I didn’t feel remotely bad for his plight, I could very well empathize with him. I could understand how it felt like to be away from your destined one, especially when she’s within your reach, yet so far away.

She hopes everything goes well today. ______________________________________ Asher wakes up feeling the same tension inside his head again. He keeps having these weird dreams these days where he'd see his wife cheating on him with some random guys. He looks beside to see his wife sleeping peacefully next to his body. But her sweet face gives him anxieties. He always feels like she's not happy with him. She's only there because of his money and position...and it's not his fault because her actions are questionable sometimes. He removes her hand gently and goes to the kitchen to brew his morning coffee. Even though they have several maids at home, he still likes to do his things on his own. Wh

he said as I immediately covered my burning face. _ _ _ __ _ _ _ _ _ _ (Jay's POV) I was having a great time with Ashely, she such a sweet girl and after hearing about her father, I felt the need to protect her. I was falling for this girl and I was falling hard. "Hey, Ash, I really wanna ask you something but I want to make things awkward," I said as she stopped sipping her drink, "Shoot!" She said with a small smile as I took a deep breath, "It's about when I came to pick you up, I noticed that Jake from the racing grounds was also there," I said as she sighed while placing her drink down, "Oh, I thought you didn't notice," she mumbled but loud enough for me to hear, "Is there something go