Words Ending In Ash Novels & Stories

"Does it start with a b?" “What?" Adom asked confused, not getting it. "No, it starts with an-" And then it clicked. "ASH!" He practically screamed, blushing. "That's not what I meant!" "Aww…" The omega pouted theatrically, disappointed and Adom smiled wickedly regaining his cool and leaned close to whisper. "Maybe later if you're good." Ash almost choked on air as he stared at the Alpha with wide eyes, not expecting that and Adom laughed.

But after a few seconds, he shakily put it on speaker. "Hello, Miss Seraphina. We are calling to follow up on the Twilight Ash service you inquired about. Do you still require it? Miss Seraphina? Miss Seraphina?" Hearing the words "Twilight Ash service," Damien's breath caught in his throat. "So I heard her correctly that day." "The day Seraphina went to request the dissolution, she was already arranging her own funeral." Damien's voice trembled so much it was almost incoherent.

At breakfast Cora had given me the I-know-your-secret look and I knew she was going to badger me later about the little outing last night. “As you all already know,” Asher said, standing straight with his legs slightly parted and hands behind his back. He wore military printed joggers with a gray tank top with those giant armholes. The diamond stud in his ear sparkled in the sunlight and I tried to focus on what he was saying as my traitor brain kept showing images from our escapade this morning.

I chuckle groggily, folding my arms as I softy shake my head. “Fine. I was still awake last night when the rain finally stopped. And when it did, I just couldn’t sleep; so, I went out for a run and decided to go on a little impromptu exploration around the campsite,” Ash shrugs casually while kneeling to face me, still teasingly holding what’s in his hand out of my sight, “-I thought it would be nice to do without getting soaked for a change. I ended up stumbling into this meadow, and let’s just say we’ll be eating pretty darn good for the next two days. Well, I hope it lasts that long, at least. I guess you can never really tell with this greedy lot, I suppose,” he makes a light-hearted jok

Because the moment we hit the end of the alley, a floodlight snaps on across the street— and a hunter’s voice calls out, calm and certain: “Got you.”

ADOLPHUS’ POV: I used to be like that… I heard everything. To be honest, I stuck around to know what they could be talking about. There were a few things about her that still didn’t make sense to me. “Ladies,” Asher barked, his voice reverberating as if he was a general at war. “Is this how we’ll start this season? Remember our defeat? Do you want to be the scorned ones again? If you think your mates will comfort you like princesses, you’re wrong. So you better show me what you can all do.”

Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest. Speechless, Adeline stood up, but she only stood there, her hands shaking and chest burning as the chains shook with kneels after kneels that followed when Idaliah herself kneeled. She absentmindedly looked around and found fifty hearts offered and fifty heads lowered for her. "Alpha."

I beg as Ashley looked at me and walked faster. "Plssss naaaaaaa!!!!!" I shouted as Ashley turned back and sighed. "I've heard oo , let's go , this legs aren't going to jog themselves" she said as I smiled and jogged with her. . ........................ "Ladies!!" Someone said as Ash and I stopped jogging to see Ayodele walking towards us. " I see you are jogging" he said as Ashley confronted him. "Mus- ter- fer What do you want?!?" The way Ashley pronounced his name made me laugh internally. She mostly lived in France so she still has that accent when she speaks.

The poem sat between them like a confession neither of them knew how to say aloud. Ash didn’t speak again that night. He didn’t press. He didn’t smirk or reach out or whisper twisted promises like he had before. He just lay there, curled in the silence like someone who’d already won the war, because he knew what August finally understood It wasn’t just about the name. It was about belonging.

“I remember everything now.” --- From the ridge above them, Ashar watched. His voice slid through the trees like oil: “Let the games begin.” --