Romans & histoires New Ash

"I suppose I could." "Excellent. My car is just here." Sinclair waved at the black sedan parked along the street. The lights turned on, momentarily blinding Belishaw. He raised a hand to shield his eyes as Sinclair stepped out of the way to allow him to climb inside. He was halfway in when he was suddenly shoved from behind. He collapsed onto the seat, and something sharp jabbed into the side of his neck. The beast inside him, the one that always surged to the surface when his life was threatened, now sank deep into a dark abyss beyond his reach. The cool leather seat pressed against his cheek, and it was the only relief he felt as a flood of heat surged within his body.

I finished as the doors opened. "There's our fearless leader. What are we up against?" Asher asked. He was playing with some kind of machine, like always. His fingernails browned from grease, with a matching smear down his cheek. His butterscotch eyes alight with a child's joy and an adolescent's irreverence.

Ashier's mind continued to race, considering every angle and scenario, trying to find a solution that would allow him to protect both his pack and his bond with Blair. As he neared the garage, the echo of his footsteps gradually subsided, replaced by the distant hum of machinery and the scent of oil and gasoline. The anticipation of the journey ahead mixed with the turmoil within him, creating a storm of emotions that he couldn't easily shake off. With each passing moment, he braced himself for the challenges that awaited him, hoping that he would find clarity amidst the chaos of his thoughts. “You’re here your highness,” Alisha chuckled as Ashier got to the garage, she opened the car door w

I felt really bad for what just happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just a shirt" he tried to reason. "I am Jason by the way" he introduced himself, smiling a little. "I'm Ana" I returned. "Such a beautiful name for a pretty lady" Was he trying to flirt with me? I smile at him, he must be good with the ladies. Such a smooth landing. *** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable.

Her frown slowly transformed into an unconscious smile, and with a sigh, she whispered, "Euros."

Except. "Oh shit! I know where they are!" I say out loud. I reach for the phone, and send a quick text to Jax. Once again relying on autocorrect to help me, as I can't look at the screen since I'm driving. I look down at the screen to see 'Brunch blznksf and cf' typed instead of my intended message of bring blankets and dr. I shake the screen, erasing my first attempt. I can feel myself grow frustrated. My hands are shaking making this more difficult than the previous attempt. I try once again to send the message.

I still notice the slight limp in his walk but it’s not that bad anymore. “Damn, I really want you to like, fall on your face and just mess up your nose a little bit—nobody’s allowed to have this perfect kind of life.” Ashley went to my car, giving it a hungry stare—he’s practically salivating ‘cause apparently, he really liked sports car.

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.