Ash Twin Novelas e Histórias

She wipe her tears and watch Asher disfiguring Axel face with his fist while he laugh like a maniac. T.B.C

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

He chuckled as he began to prepare something over a wooden table across the space where she was chained. “Pervert.” She mumbled that making him laugh. “I know…I’m a sex addict and you know that since college right? Oh well, history. Funny and now, I am going to taste you…but later. We’re going to have fun now. Shall we, Ashy?” Tosh smirked as he dipped the spikey whip into a bucket full of silver.

What is she up to this time? "Mr. CEO Axis Ford Averion pays a surprise visit on the Starlight studio..." My eyes widened because of what Aishi read. What does she mean? "What is that?" I asked curiously but Aishi didn't listen to me, instead she continued reading. "Youngest Bachelor Axis Ford Averion and Supermodel Yasha Reese Heuson, once rumored fiance and fiancee—" Aishi never finished reading because I snatched the phone from her out of sheer curiosity.

An obnoxious white wolf came out of nowhere. I took a step back as she sauntered toward me, a grimace plastered all over her face as if she was going to pop up the hell outta me. "Accept who you are, Aksha." I nodded in panic. "Welcome, Aksha Beatrix Aslenovie." I catch a glimpse of my hands, turning into white hairy legs. Or was I imagining things? A howling voice echoed in the forest as I opened my eyes.

He asked as he stammered while looking at my keychain. "From a friend from the past: Why are you asking? " I asked, surprised that there were tears in his eyes. "It's you. All along, it's just you. You're that clumsy little girl. I thought that you just have a lot of similarities to her. I thought that it was just a pure coincidence that you have the same blood smell and you have the same name, but it's not. It's you. The only friend I have in the mortal world. The only one who can always make me smile. The clumsy little girl and the crying baby. Maybe your looks have changed, but you're still the Akisha, my clumsy and idiot best friend, " Ash said while his tears were streaming down his fac

For the past two centuries, I've been a shadow his in her own shadow. First off, she took Martains away from me, stole my position as the Luna and still stood in my way, preventing me from actualizing my dream. "I thank the moon goddess for giving me such an innocent face. Nobody is ever going to blame me directly for anything with my looks on the outside." I watched Ashley groaning in pain as the whip tore through her flesh. She was trying to endure on her own and had even blocked out her wolf from helping her. Gradually, she lost it and her eyelids closed in utter surrender. She was gone! Gone forever.

she called out, her voice coming out as slow and hoarse but then she realized that this person was not Bryan he was just looking exactly like Bryan but was not him. The person smiled and Ashley said, “No… you are not Bryan.” “Correct.” the person said, his voice was also the same as Bryan, that same magnetic and deep as he gave her his dazzling smile and said, “I am his twin Aaron, he is out making some soup for you, he is going to be back soon.” Ashley blinked and said, “And where am I?” “At our house of course,” he said and Ashley sighed as she stared ahead at the ceiling and closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

Ash hums, “Must be, the first time it was a thin blonde waif, the second a tall black woman. And then you, although they were all you?” Ash runs his hands through his hair, in confusion and frustration. “If we had accepted the waif, would she have been spared all the pain of this life? Did we screw up?” Sol comes over to them.

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”