Turtle Ashtray Novels & Stories

Tibbles, so it counts. Ash wears his right on the center of his chest. “It’s over my heart,” he explains, “As a symbol of my loyalty.” I nodded solemnly. “That’s how Mr. Tibbles will know who’s true and who’s trash.” Ash hands me a tiny bouquet of wild flowers. “For His Majesty.” We arrange the gifts around the throne. A shiny rock. A tiny blanket. A button that looks like the moon, and one of Nixie’s glittery earrings.

The main area was huge, spanning out quite a few feet into the trees branches, small chairs with little side tables tucked into the corners for comfort, oil lanterns set on the floor next to them. Asher came up after me, closing the doors curtain behind him and rolling up the ladder, securing us up here with no access from the ground. My eyes skimmed along the windows, where binoculars and scopes sat, a cabinet in the opposite corner with a variety of bows and even some tranquilizers. “I had no idea these existed,” Asher laughed, looking around, quite impressed. “That’s the whole point,” I smiled just a little bit, settling into one of the chairs that sat next to the window that faced toward

I say. Asher smiles, sliding the bottle back under the bench. As he does so, I take a moment to assess him. I'm sure many girls would find him attractive. The sharp features, those eyes and that dark hair he doesn't seem to mind keeping completely unruly. Nope, he is not my type. Asher looks at Jasper expectantly, but he holds his hands up defensively. Almost instantly, the Alpha of Desire's eyes flicker back to me. "Not even some Bacardi?"

Ash came up next to me and leaned against the wall as Kayda got excited over a car set. Ash shook his head. "You ruined my best friend, man." He grumbled. "No, I didn't.' I shot back. "That girl used to stand right here where you are and take tequlia shots with me every time the expectant mom said the words "so cute, " and now she's up there." he huffed. I raised my eyebrow as I muttered to him. "You got tequlia?" "Course, it's tradition." he grumbled as Kayda pulled out a blanket with the royal pack logo from a gift bag. "Aww, it's so cute." she gushed as Ash pulled out a hip flask, and I took a big swig, and he followed suit.

Ashur answered, placing a covered plate on her desk. Ashur had made Waffles with blueberries, strawberries, and some whip cream. On the very top of the whip cream, he had placed the ring. He placed both trays down and bent down on one knee. “Would me Lady like a drink of freshly squeezed orange juice?” He asked, trying to sound like a butler from ancient times.

Especially with Ray bringing it up. Taking a deep breath, which does nothing to calm her, Ashly takes hesitant steps towards her bed and slowly lowers herself to sit on her knees. Then she reaches under the bed to pull out a small suitcase, and she retrieves from inside it a beautiful mahogany box with carvings of a wolf on it. Holding it with trembling hands, Ashly gets up and sits on the bed. For a long moment, she just stares at the box and at the beautiful wolf carved on top of it, with his large, majestic wings spread out to his sides.

He shifted into park and then turned to look at Rome, his eyebrows raised. Nodding, Rome pulled the device out of his pocket, hoping it was nothing. By his friend’s expression, he could tell that he had been right to be suspicious. Bart muttered something so quietly, Rome didn’t hear it and turned the tiny object over in his hands a few times. Then, he rolled down the passenger side window and tossed it out into the yard of one of the large houses, rolling up the window and driving on.

Gold light spilled from chandeliers that hung above a crowd dressed in silk and suits. Waiters moved between tables with quiet precision, trays of champagne and whiskey catching the light as the music pulsed. Laughter, low and knowing, mixed with the rhythm, elegant but dangerous underneath. At a corner wrapped in shadow, Asher sat alone. A half-full glass of wine rested before him, the liquid deep and dark against the soft light. He leaned back slightly, calm and distant, the air around him heavy with quiet command. From his pocket, he drew a lighter. The piece gleamed like silver fire, smooth and engraved with old markings that told of luxury and legacy. The sound it made when he flicked i

she shakes her head, “Just a different one. I’ve never…” She flushes a little, and Ash opens the boxes, putting them on the bed for her to look at. “They’ll not be fully charged right now, but they should work a little, giving us a chance to try them out.” She reaches for the smaller one, wondering what he’s intending to do with it. They’re both smooth cylinders of silicone with some buttons on the end. One is a little thicker than the other, but otherwise they look much the same. Ash puts the other one on charge by her bed and takes the one in her hand and turns it on for her.

’ His breath brushed against my skin, tickling. After a long silence, I exhaled. ‘All right.’ Ashton gathered a few fallen branches that the tsunami had toppled and tore off several large leaves. He laid them out on the sand, fashioning a makeshift place to rest. To call it a shelter was generous. It was really just a patchwork of leaves big enough to lie on. When Ashton finished, he glanced up. His brows drew slightly together as he noticed me clutching my arms. ‘Take off your clothes.’