Turtle Ashtray Mga Nobela at Kwento

The boredom on her face would have deceived me if I’d not known that she is seeing everything as first-handily as I am. ‘I am taking that vase to Taksh Pack,’ I declare, admiring a pot in the corner. It is the most peculiar piece I have ever seen in my life. A square hollow figure studded with diamond and diamond-shaped glasses. Small bells carve figures in the centre while intricately designed flowers shimmer from a distance. ‘Along with your corpse, I suppose?’ Arin suggests, following my eyes. She raises her eyebrow at the marvellous piece. Her face is as bemused and disinterested as a nun in the church has ever been.

He was mere seconds away from tasting those delicious, lucious rose petals that he had grown addicted to. Opening the door with an unintended force, Ashton threw a glare at the staff member who cowered behind the trolly, trying to hide himself from the devil’s stare. Ashton didn’t say anything further before allowing him to bring the trolly in and slam the door at his departure. Upon the top tray lay a pristine white cloth, meticulously draped to present a canvas for the impending feast. Gleaming silver domes adorned the tray, each concealing a delectable surprise. The tinkle of glassware beckoned attention, crystal-clear stemware standing ready for wines and spirits to flow.

Pero nang mapansin niyang ang kaluskos ay mula sa isang mesa, napag-isip-isip niyang may nais maki-ambag. Doon, nakita niyang nakatayo ang isang simpleng vase na may mga sariwang bulaklak—ang mga bulaklak na ibinigay sa kanya ni Asher kahapon. Hindi maiwasan ni Thalia na magtigil at matulala habang pinagmamasdan ang mga ito. Asher.

He looked past all of it to the table at the far end. Three gifts were lined up there. First: A black tactical briefcase. The case was made of titanium alloy and carbon fiber, its matte black surface devoid of any extra decoration, with only the dial of the combination lock reflecting a cold metallic sheen under the light. Inside was the obsidian cane he had bought back for Trista—her family's legacy. Second: A deep blue velvet ring box. There was no brand logo on the surface, only a very fine silver line inlaid at the corner, so understated as to be almost silent.

The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die. Asher leaned against a customized Harley, his bandaged arm in a sling, looking unfairly seductive despite the fact that he was currently being a brooding prick. “It’s not oil, princess. It’s high-octane fuel. And trust me, I have much more creative things in mind for your body than dumping it.”

But Nolan didn’t stop them either, and that unsettled her more than if he had. The makeshift tattoo setup was in a side room off the bar, half storage, half workbench. Bottles of ink lined the shelf, a gun sat coiled with wires, and the smell of rubbing alcohol clung to the air. Clearly, the Vipers had used it before. Ashley pulled on gloves from the kit, her hands trembling only a little. Ace shrugged off his shirt and sprawled in the chair, all muscle and ink and lazy arrogance. “Try not to get distracted,” he drawled, winking.

Ethan told Suzanne as he brought out his dagger. "Okay!" She nodded at him. "Careful, don't let the blood splash everywhere," Ryan fussed. Just then Ashley walked in through the wooden gate. She was carrying two huge clay jars with other smaller clay pots inside. Then the smallest clay pot was filled with different leaves. "I saw some clay so I molded some things!" Ashley announced with a grin. Small dirt was smudged on her chin and part of her yellow jumper. She had removed her jellies so she walked around barefooted.

Ash snapped his finger and as if it's a cue the man got up from his seat and rushed towards the rest room. "Told ya!" both Zayden and Tristan looked at Ashton with their eyes wide open while Ashton kept eating his hot chocolate as if nothing happened. "What did you even mix in his drink?" Tristan's question made Ashton to pause his actions. "Motion tablets." Ashton answer made Zayden to laugh his ass off and Tristan kept looking at him in woah. "Excuse me, just a minute." Ryan said as he rushed towards washroom. Hazel just kept eating her hot chocolate which she loves.

It was all about the image for him. “Scotch the way that I like. Show me the unopened bottles of the good stuff before you add it,” he said coldly. Yeah, he would not win any popularity contests with that pissy attitude of his. The bartender opened a box that contained five identical vials. The label on them read ‘Ashbane 3XR’ which did not ring any bells, but I would find out what it was. The Alpha bitch selected one, made sure to open it to verify that it had never been opened before, and handed it over to him. Three drops went into his scotch.

“All set in the back room. Found like six vases. I kept the prettiest one in case you want it for flowers or something.” Sarah appeared behind her, dust smudged on her cheek. “I vote we never do this again. My back is killing me.” Cassie chuckled softly. “Thanks, guys. Really.” "Anytime," the girls chorused As they stepped outside into the bright afternoon, Asher’s car was already waiting at the curb. He stood beside it, chatting with Ken, his driver. When he spotted the girls, he waved them over and opened the trunk. “Got everything?” he asked.