Ash Vs Volkner Novels & Stories

x-x-x-x-x-x Vulcan Elijah sat in his private study, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand as he stared out of the vast window overlooking the estate. The flickering lights of the city below did little to soothe the storm brewing in his mind. He had always prided himself on being a man who knew everything about those around him, especially his own family. But today, his trusted butler had delivered news that changed everything. Ashley was not a Connor. She was a Deneuve.

I’d have to find a way to prevent that, but right now, I had something else I needed to do. Enzo picked up on the third ring, a gaggle of feminine giggling sounding in the background of the call. “Lorenzo, you got a minute?” I grunted. “For you? Always, man. Tell me, what does the future Alpha Hael Ashford want?” He replied cheerfully, a slight slur to his voice. Wonderful, he was drunk. At least it would make him more compliant. Lorenzo was blood thirsty on the best of days but put a few drinks in him and he turned into a regular old sociopath.

"You're beautiful too, Asher" Asher chuckled. "Believe me, I know" Without warning, Asher licks around my nipples before taking it deep into his mouth. A soft moan escapes my lips as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. "Asher.." "Hang on tight, Volkyvan" He warns. "Because we're just getting started"

Kihara asked Victor, “If all he does is sleep, then why does he bother to go?” Victor had looked at her. “What else would he do?” Then he had leaned in towards her, as if on his tongue was a secret no one else must hear but herself. “The truth is the corporate world does not interest Asher. That is why he found bad company in the past.” Kihara did not need to see Victor’s face to know who bad company referred to. Don Edwards. “Asher craves danger, he craves the thrill of adventure, and…” Victor did not continue. The look on his face went from conspiratorial to wide-eyed horror. Kihara traced his line of sight and turned her head to find Asher stalking at the doorway, his eyes trained on the

They watched as their fellow brother had fallen on the ground with widened eyes as they stared at the beating heart that was in Ash's palm that had slowly lost its beat. Even Arnold and Havoc didn't expect him to kill someone in their territory, especially Arnold. He didn't do a background check on Ash and came to know that he is a principled person. Aside from his enemies, he won't easily kill anyone. His two subordinates named Zack and Owen were even more dangerous than him... is what he thought. Ash felt disgusted. He threw the heart that had already stopped pumping in Arnold's direction, and it rolled onto the ground and stopped on Arnold's shoes.

“Apparently, one of the volunteers can’t stop talking about him. That man just never learns, he got reported to head office. I smiled faintly. “You make him sound like trouble.” “Oh, he is trouble and hopeless,” David chuckled, shaking his head. “You know Asher…he flirts with anything that moves, ready to devour any woman that crosses his path. You should be careful of him.” ‘Devour every woman! Careful of him!!’

A Ghost from the Past Priya’s laptop pinged. She frowned, clicking through the encrypted message. “Uh… Ayesha? You might want to see this.” Ayesha walked over, scanning the screen. It was a new target. Daniel Volkov. The name hit her like a bullet. Volkov was an arms dealer, a strategist, and one of the most dangerous men alive. And more importantly? He was supposed to be dead. Leena leaned in, reading the file. “I thought we took him out in Prague three years ago?”

He needed to remind Nolan that he was Asher’s assistant, though the lines between assistant and friend blurred as the day passed by a d as they got to know each other more closely. Asher gave a slow exhale through his nose. “That so?” Nolan laughed. “He’s got that same ‘I hate everything and everyone’ vibe you have going on.” He smirked. “Except, you know, he’s still a kid, so it’s almost cute. Almost.” Asher exhaled through his nose. He wasn’t surprised, but hearing it out loud did something strange to him.

A faint smile curved her lips, but there was nothing warm in it. Ashleigh Dana sat beside Voss, her hair shifting in soft ripples of color I couldn’t read yet, pale gold at the roots, bleeding into streaks of copper and violet. Her attention was fixed on me, a quiet alertness beneath her otherwise casual posture. Of all of them, she felt the least threatening, though I knew she could be the most unpredictable.

"I guess you are the only girl who says the meanest things to me. I know you don't mean it though." "How would you know when you’re too absorbed in yourself to notice anything else?" I fired. "By the way, I thought you were going to talk about your DAMAGED DEVICES. And I remember asking you to take a step back. I'm not one of those girls who cringes to have a taste of you all because you stand next to them and..." I was forced to halt because Asher suddenly leaned in pretty closer this time that his lip was barely an inch away from mine. I had to hold my breath because I feared that if I tried to breathe, our lips would meet. I couldn't talk either, nor push him back. The air was so charged