X And Ash Novels & Stories

Ashley's heart raced as she looked in the face of her murderers. “DJ! You're here.” Bruce greeted, getting up from his seat. Rachel followed suit and was quick to stand beside her husband. The brothers exchanged greetings and Bruce took it upon himself to introduce Ashley to Rachel. “We didn't meet properly last time.” Rachel said, extending her hand to Ashley. “I heard you took ill. I hope you're fine now.” Ashley took her hand, returning Rachel's smile. Her heart tightened with rage as their fingers touched and her smile strained.

Using a single bullet each, I take them all out. I watch as Xavier runs from the forest, heading in the direction of Jax. He smiles as he sees a series of orange marks all over Jax. "Dude, you're not actually dead. They're just paintballs." "Ah, that may be true, but my pride is still injured."

She stood up and grabbed her hair, and in a fit of unsuppressed anger, she shouted at no one, "What the fuck did we do to them!" No one stopped her. No one silenced her... because they had the same question. Gray Pack knew very well why the Night Pack was thirsty of power, and it disgusted them. "Pack history..." Adeline chuckled softly. The former Alphas of both had been in a duel over a single woman—Alpha Xavier's mother. The former Luna of the Gray Pack was mates with the former Alpha of the Night Pack, but she had fallen in love with Alpha Xavier Night's father first, so she chose him and firmly stood by his side.

Xavier said and winked at him. "It' is not what you are thinking. I just want to talk with her." "Okay okay. She is your mate. You don't have to explain anything to me. I am leaving now. I don't want to be the third wheel between you two." Xavier walked ahead and went back to the Eastern palace. He met Ashar in the Gallery. He stopped. "What are you doing here, Ashar?" Ashar looked at the moon and the forest. He was hearing their howls when he came here but what he saw amazed his mind.

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.

She laid a hand over her belly, trying to quell the anxiety. Rurik and his brothers remained at the edge of the kitchen as the hunters entered the spacious apartment. Madelyn came forward, Piper right behind her as they filled the awkward void. "Welcome! I'm Madelyn, Grigori's mate, and this is Pipershe is mated to Mikhail." Madelyn held out a hand, which Damien shook. "Damien MacQueen. This is my brother, Jason, and my teamTamara, Nicholas, Meg, and Kathryn." He pointed at each in turn.

"Ash!" "Ash!" "Ash!" Xasha was pulled back to his senses when he felt a sharp pain running across his face. He instinctively held his cheek as a tear fell from his eye. His ears rang like a bell and his head was pounding like someone had installed an automatic drum.

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

Tears streamed down my face, dripping into my father's ashes and staining them dark. I did not wipe my face. I did not respond to Stella. I did not look at Hudson, who stood beside her with an undisguised smirk. I reached out with trembling hands, gathering the ashes little by little, trying to put them back into the urn. "I'm sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry... this is my fault..." Hudson had his arm around Stella's waist. He let out a theatrical sigh. "Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..."

“Family reunion.” The air between them is lethal. Predator meeting predator. Control meeting gravity. “Prince Ashborne,” Cain says coolly. “Prince Thorneval,” Ashton replies. “You’re far from your court.” “I could say the same.” Their gazes flick to me simultaneously. That’s when I step forward. “Let’s get something straight,” I say, voice sharp enough to cut. “I didn’t ask either of you to come. I don’t belong to either of you. And if this turns into a pissing contest, I will break something important.”