Thirteen Reasons Why Author Jay Asher Novels & Stories

Someone who had lost the steady,sensible quality I had always considered one of my more reliable characteristics. One conversation,forty-seven seconds on camera, a handful of words by a window and four words in a text message and here I was deleting drafts like a teenager. I thought about the video. It looked fated.That was the thing,it had looked like the beginning of something that had decided to happen regardless of whether the people involved had agreed to it. I thought about my father's words, the one he said earlier,”She knows exactly what she's doing.” Did I? I also thought about the photograph still in my mother's journal. Reginald Ashford, 1993. My mother's open,laughing face.the st

Ashley burst out. Lisa gaped ar her. “Woah.” Lisa said. “You need to relax with the thinking you might just be overdoing it there.” Ashley sighed. “Look I don’t think you should be thinking this far.” Lisa warned. “I can tell you that Liam has never done anything like this for anyone.” Then the car started and Dean drove off “I can’t help feel anxious.” Ashley said. “He rescued me from my pack and saved me from Ace. If he didn’t rescue me I don’t know what will have happened to me.”

They’d met when Kira was only ten and Xander and his family had just arrived in Boston. They’d become friends due to their outsider statuses, with Xander a refugee from Italy knowing little to no English, and Kira the only daughter of a known Irish Mob enforcer. They managed to stay friends despite their differences, with Kira spending time with Xander's family more and more to escape her own over the years until her presence there became permanent when she turned thirteen and her family was murdered in a retaliatory gang attack. Kira and Xander had snuck out of Kira’s home to go see a movie that night and returned to a smoldering floor in their apartment complex, a murdered family, and Xand

“Both of you. I’m trying to live my life. I have goals. I’m not just sitting around waiting to be swept into some ancient prophecy or royal drama. I study. I work. I have classes.” Arlo’s expression softened, but not in a way that made me feel better. It was the kind of softness that came with guilt. “I didn’t know,” he said quietly. “Yeah. Because you never asked.” Asher shifted his weight and looked off into the distance like he was bored. “Then come to the capital with me,” he said, as casually as if he were offering me a ride. “What?” I blinked.

The thought of Asher, kind, distant Asher, looking at me with that same revulsion was a pain I couldn’t bear. “Why shouldn’t I?” Jax took a step closer, invading my space completely. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t march into that locker room right now and let everyone know there’s a guy sneaking pictures.” “There are no pictures!” I insisted, my voice cracking. “I swear. On anything. I was… I was taking pictures of the light. For a project. The way it hits the old lockers in that hall…” It was a weak excuse, and it sounded ridiculously flimsy.

“I actually thought I could teach her, you know. We sort of made a bet." Brief silence again. "By the way, why did you lock the whole doors? That's very unlike you.” I heard a muffled groan from Asher. His head was probably buried in a pillow. “I…I wasn't actually in a good state of mind last night.” "What?! Whose shoes are these?” I held my breath. My poor baseball shoes. Asher hopped out of the bed. “Uh…Xena seized them from a scholarship student. I don't understand their deal. I think she offered her a new pair.” he rambled. "Don't worry about me and go on. I'm not a kid, huh?”

I closed my eyes, the memory hitting me like a physical blow. "You practically begged me," Asher whispered, his voice cracking slightly. He dropped to his knees in front of me, forcing me to look at him. "You begged me to let you come to this school. We both knew it was a dangerous game. An all-male sports academy? If anyone finds out you're a girl, we are both finished. My scholarship is gone. Our future is gone. But because I loved you, because I wanted the absolute best for you and your talent, I risked everything. I helped you wrap that binder. I lied to the coaches. I gave you my life." He gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of my jersey. "So why? Why did you have

“You helped me. All of you did. I’m grateful for that. But I don’t know you. Not really. And I don’t know why you care whether I live or die.” Asher remains silent, listening. “I keep telling myself I should trust you,” I continue, my fingers curling into my sleeves. “But the last time I trusted someone, he tried to kidnap me in my own apartment. So I need the truth.” I meet his gaze fully now. “Why are you helping me?” The room stills. Asher exhales slowly, like he’s been waiting for this moment. He leans forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees. “You’re right,” he says quietly. “From your perspective, we have no reason to care. And everything about this must look suspicious.”

ASHER’S POV In the privacy of my room, I found myself pacing like a caged beast, each step echoing my growing restlessness. I had managed to deter my brother Jonas from claiming Lisa as his mate, but the ticking clock of uncertainty gnawed at me. How long had it been before he sought the council’s permission? The idea that Jonas might possess knowledge about Lisa that I lacked was a persistent thorn in my side, continually pricking my curiosity. Moreover, the fact that she bore an uncanny resemblance to Kiara only served to further fuel the fire of my imagination.

Asher unfolded the paper and began reading aloud: *'I took my life, and no one should feel sorry for me. I admit that I was responsible for Crystal's kidnapping, and I’m sorry for that. There’s no justice in this world to undo what I’ve done. I’m extremely tired of everything going on in my family, and I just want to end it all. DON'T WEEP FOR ME!'* "That doesn’t sound like Keyisha. That’s not enough reason to commit suicide," I said, skepticism heavy in my voice.