Asher I took a slow drag from my cigarette, leaning against the cold brick wall at the back of the club. I tilted my head back, watching the thin wisps curl and disappear. "Why are you here alone, handsome?" A sultry voice broke through the silence. I turned my head lazily, my eyes landing on a woman striding toward me with a seductive sway of her hips. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, the kind that promised trouble. I exhaled a long stream of smoke and studied her, unimpressed. Wasn't she the same one who had been hovering around me all night? Persistent. Annoying. Predictable. She stepped closer, pressing a manicured hand against my chest, trailing it down slowly. "I've been looking for you everywhere, baby," she purred, eyes heavy with intent. "Why'd you leave me all alone in there?" My gaze dropped to her dress—or what little there was of it. Red, tight, barely covering anything. Half her tits were practically spilling out, and I had to admit, she looked good. Pretty, ev
Eve Everything had been going so great just moments ago, Daisy and I were having fun, dancing, laughing, and for once, I felt like I could breathe. I’d had a little too much to drink, but I didn't care. I had never felt so free before. But, I just had to make a mistake by spilling my drink all over a stranger. But, woah. I stared, completely taken aback by the man in front of me. He was attractive. The kind of attractive that screamed danger. The sharp cut of his cheekbones, the dark smolder in his eyes, and the way his slightly long hair was carelessly pulled back into a messy bun made him look effortlessly gorgeous. His gaze burned into me like he was searching for something. We stared at each other for a moment and I couldn't look away. “Hey, let her go!” Daisy’s voice cut through the tension, snapping both of us out of whatever daze we had fallen into. I yanked my hand away as if his touch had burned me. My heart was pounding so loudly, I was sure he could hear it
Eve The bartender stumbled and crashed onto the floor, groaning in pain as he clutched his bleeding nose. Everything stopped, the music seemed to fade into the background as people turned to watch the scene unfold. What the hell just happened? I sat frozen for a moment. My fingers curled into fists on my lap and just as I was about to stand and check on the bartender, a rough hand grabbed my wrist. "Where are you going baby?" I stiffened, my gaze snapping to the man who had ordered the drink. His grip was firm, almost bruising, and his smile sent an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. "I think the bartender must have made a mistake by taking this back. Isn't that right?" My skin crawled, and I felt disgusted. Every instinct screamed at me to pull away, to run, but a voice in the back of my mind to be careful. "Ah, poor lady, she must be Axel's new victim." Someone whispered. "That's pretty unfortunate for her," another voice chimed in. "My friend told me how he ha
Eve “Let's go, I will take you home.” I stared at him, my mouth falling open in surprise at his words. I let his statement echo in my head over and over again, trying to grasp if he had really said what I thought he did. Did he just… offer to take me home? As if we were familiar, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “No, thank you.” The words left my lips before I could even think. “I don't have a home.” His dark eyes flickered with amusement, and I realized how ridiculous I sounded. “I mean,” I stammered, trying to correct myself, “I appreciate your help, but no. I can go home myself. So, if you’ll excuse me, I will be heading home now—” He arched a brow, leaning in slightly. “I wasn’t asking.” “What?” I blinked, barely processing his words before I was suddenly lifted off my feet. A startled yelp escaped me as he threw me over his shoulder effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. My hands instinctively gripped his back as my heart pounded in my chest. “Let
Eve “I’m only going because of this. I’ve always wanted to ride one.” I was crazy. Why would I willingly accept this? Just because I had always wondered what it felt like to ride a motorbike? But the real question I should ask myself was: was the motorbike the only reason I wanted to go with him? I had made a lot of stupid decisions in my life, but this had to be the worst of them. I could still walk away from all these and forget it ever happened. But I don't know if it was the alcohol in my system giving me a false sense of courage or something else entirely, I didn’t want to turn back. I glanced at him; he was watching me with surprise. Then, to my shock, he chuckled—a low, deep sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “I guess people never change.” “What?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at his statement. “Nothing. Get on, it is getting late.” I grabbed the helmet he had tossed at me earlier and pulled it over my head. “This is stupid.” Taking a deep breath, I climbed onto
Eve Cough, cough. I clutched my throat, wincing. What the hell was I thinking? Screaming my lungs out on a moving motorbike for minutes like a madwoman. I had practically lost my voice. I coughed again, feeling the burn in my throat, when suddenly, a cold bottle of water appeared in front of me. I looked up, glaring at the man responsible for all this. He stood there, holding the bottle out with a nonchalant expression, one eyebrow raised as if he didn’t understand why I was upset. Of course, he didn’t. Why would he? He had done nothing wrong. I sighed, taking the bottle from him. "Thank you," The cool water soothed my throat almost instantly, and as I gulped it down, he suddenly pointed something at me. “Your reward for being good.” I lowered the bottle and glanced at his hand. Mint ice cream? I blinked in surprise, pointing to myself. “Is that... for me?” He smirked. “Who else would it be for?” I eyed the ice cream suspiciously, debating whether or not to accept it. He
I'm kind of in love with Asher. He’s my type. We have Xander, the ruthless billionaire; Theodore, the sweetheart; and now our new character, Asher, the bad boy. They’re all amazing. The question most of you are wondering is: who the hell is Asher? Why is this author confusing us? Well, let's read the next chapter to find out. To everyone still here, thank you for reading my book. I can keep writing because of my readers. Feel free to leave a comment anytime!
Asher I stopped outside the tall gates of a mansion, pulling the bike to a slow halt. The towering building loomed in front of me. So, this was where she was living. No wonder it was difficult to find her. I pulled my helmet off and ran a hand through my hair, glancing up at the estate. Without a second thought, I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of the mansion. The click of the camera must have caught her attention because she shifted behind me. "Are we here yet?" I didn’t answer right away, staring at the photo on my screen. After a moment, I slid the phone back into my pocket and said, “Yeah. We’re here.” She let go of my waist, and the warmth of her touch vanished instantly, leaving me colder than I cared to admit. I turned to watch as she took off the helmet, her hair spilling out like a damn commercial. The wind caught it, brushing it across her face, and I couldn’t help the way my jaw tightened. She had on my leather jacket and looked better in it than I ever had.
Xander I opened my eyes. Everything was a blur, and the world spun around me. My body felt like dead weight against the mattress, refusing to respond. My face was damp with sweat. This was the aftereffect of the drug. The only sleeping drug that could actually knock me out, but the price was paralysis. A few seconds where I was nothing more than a prisoner in my own body. I let my gaze drift to the window. It was bright outside. I stared at the ceiling. How exhausting. After a moment, I flexed my fingers, feeling the stiffness in my joints fade. With effort, I pushed myself up. Normally, I shouldn’t be able to stand for an hour, but my body had already adapted to the drug. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, sliding my feet into the slippers. My shirt clung to my skin, damp with sweat. Annoyed, I tugged it off and tossed it onto the bed before heading to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, brushed my teeth, and stepped into the shower. Running a hand through
RosaI stared at the photographs on the table, my expression indifferent. My legs were crossed, one foot bouncing lazily as I skimmed through them. Levi stopped in front of me, shifting slightly, his face tinged red. “Dr. Rosa, I brought your favourite mint ice cream on my way here.”I glanced up at the big cup in his hands. My eyes flickered to the side, catching Elijah nudging Asher with a knowing grin. “She’s becoming more popular every day,” Elijah muttered under his breath. “You should improve on your moves.”Asher ignored him, as if he were spouting nonsense.Levi hesitated when I didn't say anything. “I’m sorry for getting it without your permission. I didn’t kno—”I smiled, taking the ice cream from him. “Thank you, Levi. I was craving some.”He sighed in relief. I peeled off the lid and scooped a bite with the tiny plastic spoon, letting out a small moan at the taste.“Oh, how’s your older brother?” I asked, eyes still on the photographs. “He’s still going for his checkups,
Rosa “Hahahaha!” I laughed, my stomach aching from the effort. I clutched my wine glass tightly, trying to keep it from spilling all over my black hoodie and sweatpants. But the more I looked at the three boys in front of me, the harder it was to stop. "How long are you going to laugh for?" Asher asked. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, barely catching my breath. "Hah, until I’m satisfied." He scoffed, clearly not amused, which only made it worse. I took a deep breath, shaking my head as I tried to regain composure. "Okay, let me get this straight," I said, holding up a hand. "Elijah and Roman decided to play thief and steal Mia's purse. But then, just like a badly written action movie, our hero, Asher, swooped in and stopped it?" “Yes. How many times am I going to repeat myself?” "Haha. Men," I sighed between giggles. "Sometimes, I seriously wonder what goes on in their heads." Elijah huffed. "It was a perfectly good plan, you know." I arched my brow, smirking. "L
Mia I stared at the man in front of me. He was too attractive. So much so that my brain struggled to function properly. Xander and this man were both devastatingly good-looking, but in completely different ways. Xander’s beauty was something rare. He looked dignified, refined, almost otherworldly. He looked like he belonged in a painting, a masterpiece that captured everyone's attention. He didn’t need to do anything to make women fall for him, his mere existence was enough. But this man was the kind of beautiful that made you sin. His presence alone was sinful. He was temptation wrapped in leather and tattoos. Everything about him screamed dangerous. "Who the fuck are you?!" The leader of the robbers spun around, aiming his gun at the man. But before he could do anything, his companion froze, his eyes widening in sheer terror. “T-That man… he’s Asher.” The leader stiffened, his face losing all color. "Oh my god," the second man whispered. "What are we going to do?" So, his n
Mia “You’re so beautiful in person, Mia,” she said warmly.I smiled politely, glancing up from my plate as Mrs. Smith beamed at me.“Oh, thank you, Mrs. Smith.” I returned the smile. “You’re too kind. You’re even more beautiful than I am.”The middle-aged woman laughed, touching her face lightly. “Well, we old folks can’t lose to you young ones.”Beside me, my mother chimed in with her usual charm. “Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.”Mrs. Smith waved her off playfully. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been using this new cream lately.”My mother’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind of cream?”Mrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? The cream isn’t widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.”My mother eagerly nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell.”Mrs. Smith smiled. “It’s ca
RosaThe maintenance worker leaned down, extending his hand. “Dr. Rosa, can you raise your hand higher so I can pull you up?”I stretched my arm as high as I could, but my fingers barely brushed his. Damn it. I bent my knees slightly, ready to jump and try again when a strong arm wrapped around my waist.I paused at the sudden touch. Before I could react, Xander lifted me effortlessly, one hand securely gripping my waist, the other... resting firmly on my ass.“....”Don’t look at him, Rosa. Don’t you dare.I clenched my jaw, focusing on the open hatch above. But my body betrayed me. Curiosity won, and I glanced down.Xander met my gaze, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you not going to raise your hands?”I smiled playfully. “Mr. Xander, it's not that I'm complaining, but are you perhaps using this opportunity to—” I felt his fingers press ever so slightly “Keep talking like that, and I might reconsider my help, Dr. Rosa.”I chuckled and
Rosa Twelve years ago They say when you’re about to die, different emotions surface. Some people regret their life choices. Others think about how unfair it all is. Some don’t even understand what’s happening. But I felt nothing. I should have cried. I should have been angry at how unfair this was. It was just tomorrow, and everything would have been over. I would have been free. I could have lived however I wanted. Just one more day. But the world doesn’t give you tomorrows. It only takes and takes until there’s nothing left. The cold water surrounded me, pulling me under. I couldn’t move, and my consciousness was fading. I tried to look for Daisy, but the darkness swallowed everything. She could have fallen anywhere. And from what I saw, I doubted she survived, the car had hit her hard. Ah… so this was how I was going to die. Drowning alone, with no one by my side. I didn’t pity myself. But I pitied the ones who actually cared about me. Theodore, his family….. Xander. Would
Xander I looked at the woman in front of me, her hand resting on the wall beside me. I turned my head to the other side, but before I could step away, she lifted her other hand, blocking my path. The elevator doors shut behind her, leaving me with no way out until we reached my floor. I exhaled sharply, finally lifting my gaze to her. She was smiling mischievously, her face close but not too close, it was just enough to be annoying. “What are you doing, Dr. Rosa?” I asked, my voice flat. Her smile widened. "I think I should be asking you that, Mr. Xander, because I definitely saw you trying to close the elevator the moment you saw me." I arched a brow, unimpressed. “And?” “And, it looks like the person you were running away from was me. Normally, people don’t run away from me,” she mused, as if genuinely puzzled. “Like you might have noticed, I’m way too pretty for people to do that. So, Mr. Xander,” she grinned, “I’m a little confused. Why are you running away from me?”
RosaI stared at the CT scan displayed on the computer screen, my fingers lightly tapping against the desk. The results were almost identical to the previous ones, there were no significant improvement. His case was complicated.I glanced toward the see-through observation window. Inside the CT room, Mr. Winters was laying still, the machine scanning his unresponsive body. Beside me, the young doctor shifted nervously. “As we can see from the results, the trauma to his skull caused a severe hemorrhage, leading to the formation of multiple blood clots. The pressure on his brainstem is significant, which likely contributed to his coma.” He adjusted his glasses. “Given his age and the extent of the damage, his chances of regaining consciousness naturally are extremely low. The human brain is unpredictable, and coma recovery is rarely something we can force. It depends entirely on the patient’s response.”I continued analyzing the results. Blood clots. That was the key. Removing them cou