Romans & histoires Wrecked Lauren Asher

Her breath caught in her throat. “This is all your fault,” he continued, his voice broken and loud. “Because of you, I ruined something so perfect. I ruined my marriage. I ruined what could have been a family with Nora. And now she hates me. She hates me and she doesn’t even want me near the babies.” The car swerved slightly, tires screeching as they narrowly avoided a truck pulling into their lane. Kimberly screamed. “Jeremiah!” He slammed the brakes, tires screeching again as the car fishtailed and came to a jarring stop by the side of the road. The smell of burnt rubber filled the air.

We both walked towards my room where Elara and I settled comfortably on the couch near the window, cushions surrounding us, a quiet ease settling between us. After a few moments of silence, Elara turned slightly toward me and asked softly. “Aurora… what exactly happened with Asher? I saw the news, but I know there’s always more behind what the media shows”. Then, in a calm yet emotional tone, I told Elara everything from the incident on the movie set, the child actor’s confession and denial, to how the video leaked and spread like wildfire. I shared how helpless Asher had felt, how broken I had been not hearing from him, and how relieved I was when he finally came back home last night.

he whispered. I felt like punching him in the mouth for putting me through that emotional trauma, but I knew better than to do anything stupid right now. I lay still in the car, breathing heavily in relief at not being caught. I was surprised when Xena and Asher came out again less than five minutes later, raising their voices at each other. “What you refuse to understand is that there’s an English word called coincidence, which is exactly what happened in Grace’s case!” Asher was saying loudly.

I wouldn't have drunk anything, I would have freaked out, and that knife would have definitely gone through my stomach and Death wouldn't have had a reason to bring me back. I just gaped at them both. Because I never, in my life, thought that fate would have played my way, after all the problems I've had in my life. "So you're saying that Asher didn't agree with how this was handled?" "He believes you have had your memory wiped and have been sent home, which is part of the reason why he isn't here right now. He didn't want you involved. We however, don't believe that is the best way to deal with it, as we are running the risk of Shanae finding you again. She doesn't know you survived, after

She laughed as we both reminisced. “We almost got sent home. it was crazy, waking up on the shore with no knowledge of what had happened that night.” “Ahh… to be nineteen again. Anyway, let's get down to business. This is going to be a long one” Her expression turned serious once again. Trust me Stephanie was barely ever serious. ***** “Where is Asher?” I was going crazy. My hands were trembling with emotions. I couldn’t quite pinpoint. All I could think about was Asher, and he must have felt all this while.

His first hint was back to her Pack but it was almost impossible for her to return there after being sent off. He looked up to see Lucas coming and tucked away the letter. “Asher, I know you really want to get to the root of this but having the men enter the stream…I'm wondering if it's the right thing to do–” “Make them stop.” “What?” “They don't have to do that anymore,” Asher rephrased. Lucas paused. “Why? Didn’t you want them to retrieve her body?” “Not anymore. Gather the men back and make sure the elders are aware of what happened today,” Asher said as his eyes lingered briefly at Scarlett's belongings. His wolf and heart felt lonely with her absence but this also means Darkthorn will

“I can't believe you faked your accident and pretended not to remember a thing almost after he called you to inquire of the funds you transferred from his account.” “What are you talking about?” Confusion adorned every syllable she uttered. “I'm talking about the money you stole from Dad to go for that road trip.” He explained excitedly, settling himself on the small space by the edge of her bed. His hand was just about to continue from where they had stopped. Ashley felt uncomfortable. “Paul, stop. Please leave.” In the yellow light from the bed stand, she could see Paul's face morphed into a confused expression. “Why? What's wrong with you?”

Beautiful, but broken. Even now—after everything—Connor still wasn't satisfied? Her parents' ashes were scattered and lost. Her college diploma was gone. She'd nearly been thrown in jail with a criminal record. What more did Connor want? What kind of ending would finally satisfy his need for revenge?

It was all over when another girl walked into the WC and helped Layla and that miserable woman. When the girl rescued Layla, the party was still underway, but Asher had left to catch his flight to Los Angeles. Layla did not wait for Calantha too long, she came out of the mansion right after. “Is everything okay?” Layla asked as the car had rolled. “It’s fine,” Calantha stopped saying, “Asher doesn’t doubt me.” Layla felt that since she had been in the car, Calantha was very strange, she didn’t seem happy.

Xander whispered into Ashley's ear, observing the intense fight between Jake and Dave's girlfriend. As they rounded the final bend, Ashley realized she occupied the fourth position. She pushed her sub to its limits, willing it to go faster as she raced toward the finish line, accompanied by Xander. Just as they were about to cross, a sickening crash echoed behind them. Ashley turned to witness Dave's girlfriend's submarine smashed against the rocks, water gushing in through a huge hole. A sense of helplessness washed over her as she realized she couldn't prevent tragedy. She drove her submarine toward the shore, where Carl awaited with a somber expression. Dave's anguished cries filled the a