hell doll

Asher Wayne is the typical example of a privileged child. He's the son of one of the wealthiest men in the country, and that too, the only heir. He wants for nothing and lacks no material things.

His whole life has been surrounded with unending comfort, and he's been given nothing but the best since his mother discovered that she was pregnant with him.

He's the only heir of his father's empire. Soon to take over from his father and become one of the most influential men in Europe.

Asher knows what he wants, and gets whatever he desires. However, the fascinating thing about him, is that he isn't as arrogant as many would expect him to be. Or maybe he is. But he knows darn well how to hide it.

He's an introvert. He is highly observant and doesn't speak much. He moves about in silence, and a piercing, scrutinizing look on his face. However, despite his silence, the aura he carries about, screams power and dominance.

His silence doesn't quantify his innocence, though. He is a silent killer. A masked beast... A beast hungry for something he always easily gets. Sexual pleasures...

The silent Greek god was sculpted to perfection when he was being created. Having every little detail about him, captivatingly designed.

From his dark hair to his golden-brown eyes, to his well-chiseled jaw even to his accent and style. These unique details about him, are some of the things that many women admire about him.

Both young and old. Asher is every woman's dream. At least 99.9% of the women he's met have fantasized about being in his arms. The other 1% who haven't, are women who are either way too old, or too young to know about sex or those who are incapable of having sex.

Even some of his female relatives wouldn't mind committing the abominable taboo of being in his bed, just once.

Asher knows this and satisfies himself with different varieties of women. He's so used to this, that it's become a habit. But despite his likeness for sex, he's made sure it's never become an addiction.

He doesn't want anything to have power over him. Not even his desires. So he's been mindful to keep his sexual escapades as a habit, and nothing more than that.

Asher is dangerously attractive and wealthy. A combination that makes many females throw themselves at his feet. Who wouldn't want to be in a god's bed? Even if it's just for a night. Especially when word about how good he is in bed, travels around like secret tales.

Like those fairy tales, our parents used to read to us when we were younger, to put us to sleep. The only difference is that these tales are real, and result in a lot of wet dreams.

Who wouldn't want to be in his bed? When after he's done with you, if you're lucky enough, the least amount of money you could get from him, is five hundred dollars.

Many would still rush to his bed, with the money off the table, if they had the chance.

However, to many females' dismay, one thing that never happens no matter how much satisfaction you give to Asher is an emotional acknowledgment from him.

He seems to see every woman the same way. As playthings, he can get whenever he wants, and his heart seems to be inactive. Incapable of any emotional function. The sex lord has no emotions. And it's been this way for as long as anyone can remember.

He may just be in his third year in university, but he has his whole life worked out.

Or so he thinks...

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Chelsea's POV;

My mom just drove to the front of my hostel, and I gawk at the massive building in awe.

"It's alright honey, you'd be fine. "She says, as she places a hand on my lap, and I turn to look at her.

A comforting smile splits her face, and I can't help but admire my mother. Her beautiful brown hair is held up in a ponytail, just like mine, and her electric green eyes are so emotional as she's staring at me.

I smile back and turn back to the building, with my heart beating rapidly. It's finally happing. My university life is officially beginning.

I feel a rush of so many emotions, that I have no idea which one dominates the others. I'm scared, nervous, excited, happy, glad... The list goes on...

I've always wanted to attend this university since I knew what a university was.

T.A.D.U.

The American Dream University.

I finally got my admission here, and I'm excited beyond words. Excited, and nervous, and scared, and happy, and ... A bunch of other things...

"My baby girl's all grown up, now. "My mom speaks again, pulling me back to earth, and I turn around to look at her.

I can't help the pout that appears on my face when I find her eyes glossy, with tears building in them.

"Mom, we've been over this. No tears... "I whine, and she chuckles as she uses a finger to wipe the tears at the brim of her eyes away.

"I know, I know... I'm sorry. "She replies. Replacing her sad face with a smiley one, and I smile back at her.

"I just can't help it. "She says, and I simply stare at her. Wondering how she and my younger brother are going to be doing now with me in school.

They'd be fine. Right?

"I'm so proud of you, honey... You're one step closer to all your dreams. "She speaks again, and I chuckle.

"Now, you wanna make me cry. "I reply, and she laughs.

"Come on now. Step into a new phase of your life. "She says, and I turn back out to look at the massive hostel.

I turn back to look at her, and she gives me an encouraging smile.