Turtle Ashtray Novels & Stories

He held a small leather pouch in one hand and a glass vial filled with dark ash in the other. “Miss me?” Axel’s voice dripped with arrogance as he tossed the pouch onto the table. “I got what you asked for. Moulton Ash and Grey Sand. Not an easy find, I might add.” Zane stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the pouch. “And what do you want in return?”

Traitor. She tugged on both of our hands, bouncing on her feet. “Come on! I wanna go! It’s adventure time!” I glanced at Ashton. “Is the ‘safe spot’ actually safe?” He nodded. “Triple-checked. It’s warded, guarded, and stocked with snacks.” Trisha squealed. “And fairy wings!” I looked at him, deadpan. “You bought fairy wings?” He grinned, completely unashamed. “Custom-made. Glitter-enhanced. You're welcome.”

Just then, Venessa excused herself to use the restroom, leaving Avery and Tara alone in the same section. Tara surveyed the shelf piled high with an array of designs and colours. Her eyes shifted to Avery, who stood before the full-length mirror, contemplating which option to choose, as they both looked good on her. When the saleslady returned with refreshments for Tara, she couldn’t help but ask, “Ms Tara, is there anyone who piques your interest? Or any particular design or brand you’re looking for?” Her eagerness to assist was evident. Tara let out a small smirk as she glanced toward Avery’s direction before saying, “I like the gold-coloured bag, but it seems it’s already taken.” She disc

“What else would you like to have?” “Hmm,” Tasha looked around and asked for a dozen of chocolate cupcakes, they were Tyson's favorite. She also got some chicken hand pies, both the pies and cupcakes would be good for Tyson to be taken as evening snacks along with milk. She eagerly handed over her money and made her way to the next stall where there were homemade jams and preserves for sale.

She was still unhappy with herself for giving in to that impulse to smoke. "Go grab your cigarettes out of the car," I told her. "I'll look for something for your cigarette butts." "I...I have an ashtray in the car," she admitted. I nodded. "Well, bring that too. You'll still need something bigger for those cigarette butts, though, so they don't blow all over the place. I doubt the downstairs neighbors would appreciate it." Gwynne chuckled. "Good thinking," she said, and then she was on her way.

There was another set of underwear too, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been meant for Xena, but I didn’t ask. Still, I could bet my bottom dollar that the hoodie belonged to him. I loved the oversize feeling it gave me. And speaking of bottom dollar, I had none. But at least now, after my bath, I felt clean and refreshed. It was already past ten. Asher was at his study table, focused on his laptop when I came out. I sat in his vanity to dry my hair and didn’t hesitate to use his cream. When I was done, I decided to sit by the window and enjoy the view while I sorted through my thoughts.

Heath might have been able to bully Rhett and Cameron into domesticity, but he’d struggle with a cranky toddler. It would be fun to watch though. That was, of course, if everything went well, she reminded herself as she left the laundry and headed to the kitchen. On the kitchen table were several heavy-duty plastic crates and Talen was unpacking the contents of one onto the kitchen bench. There was no sign of the Triquetra. “Guns,” Aislen walked over to Talen and looked at them. “They’re sort of beautiful and ugly at the same time.” “I guess,” he was amused. “Anything can be.”

Trent's face paled, and he stammered, "Yeah, Miss Thelia. I put the entire content of the vial in Asher's drink, just as you told me to." Thelia's lips curled into a snarl, and she released him with a huff of frustration. She turned on her heel, her mind racing. Where could Asher be? The aphrodisiac should have taken effect by now. The mere thought of him being with someone else made her blood boil with jealousy and rage.

I return his smile before letting him in and leading him to the two low chairs and table in the middle of the room. “I see I have good timing,” Aias says setting one of the trays on the table. “Yes, you do,” I say still smiling at him, sitting on the chair to the right. Aias sits and rest the other tray on his lap. “So, what did you bring me?” I ask lifting the cover on the tray on the table. Aias chuckles at the look of awe that is on my face as I stare at the tray.

While it was normal for most young people to hang out and have fun after school, Asher’s trip with Elaine felt like bringing a restless child for her first sightseeing. Asher kept his eyes on Elaine who kept drifting apart from him and began touching random stuffs inside the arcade the two of them visited. “Asher, what’s this?” Elaine inquired excitedly, pointing at the crane machine with stuffed animals as the prize. Asher snickered and shook his head before stepping towards Elaine. “This is called crane game. It lets you keep any prize you get from that pile.” He pointed at the colorful and cute stuffed animals which were scattered inside the closed space of the machine.