Novels by Ashlyn Powers

I doubt anyone's reading the book, but I'll still inform for the day someone decides to give my book a read. I have exams that'll last two months and because I prioritise my education, I'll have to put writing on hold for an least a month. I'll still rewrite older chapters when I get the time, but that's all I can promise you.I hope anyone reading this understands and will patiently wait till then.Goodbye for now.

Being alone against her will really gave Chiara too much time to think. And she hated thinking—because it always ended with her blaming herself.The room seemed to shrink, pressing in from all sides, but she reminded herself that it was just in her head. She’d spent days alone in her room before. So why did this feel different?She darted toward the door, drumming her fingers against it in a desperate rhythm, hoping maybe—just maybe—she could test her luck."Chiara, give it a rest. I'm not letting you out of there until tomorrow at least."She huffed and pulled away, tugging nervously at the sleeve of her sweater. She needed a way out. Any way out.The birds outside started chirping, annoyingly chipper. Chiara groaned and slapped her palms over her ears, marching to the window. With a frustrated yell, she flailed her arms out the window and shouted every curse word she could think of until the birds scattered like they'd seen a ghost.Sighing, she scanned the room, her gaze landing on

The implications of what happened with Dante hadn’t settled in Chiara’s head until she woke up the following morning. All her embarrassment and shame hit her at once like a truck. She felt her stomach twist and ran to the bathroom, emptying her stomach’s contents into the toilet. When she was done throwing up, she cleaned herself up and sat down in silence, lost in thought.If she let him do what he did the other night, did that mean he was succeeding in breaking her and making her want his touch?She was broken out of her reverie when the nearby birds started to chirp their annoying little tune. She wasn’t a fan of the noise, but too lazy to chase the birds, she headed for the door instead.As she opened the door, she felt her heart skip a beat. There was a blood trail leading to her bedroom door, and she was sure that it hadn’t been there before.Scared, she let out a loud scream, attracting the attention of Dante and his staff. They all rushed to where she was, but Chiara hadn’t no

Hours had passed since it happened, but the feeling hadn’t left Chiara. She’d spent all day hiding in her room, avoiding Dante, yet all she could think about was the way his tongue felt the other day. She should have been ashamed—but she wasn’t. Everything about that moment had felt right to her.Her core twitched, and she bit her bottom lip, letting out a soft moan. She could still remember the dizzying heat of being close to her first orgasm—and the hollow, aching emptiness when he stopped and told her to leave. Part of her had wanted to beg him to continue. But the other part—the part that refused to give Dante the satisfaction of breaking her—had made her comply and walk out.Still, she craved the feeling again. But…She was familiar with the concept of self-pleasure, thanks to walking in on Aria once. Aria had left her with a few vague, awkward words, and Chiara had ended up doing her own research. She’d never looked at Aria the same since.Now, as she sat on her bed, her gaze ne

Chiara pressed her hand firmly against Dante’s chest and pushed him away. Her breathing was heavy—partly from the anger pulsing through her veins. She wiped her lips roughly with the back of her hand, like his touch had burned her.She had almost forgotten who Dante really was.The last punishment hadn’t been that long ago, but somehow, she had let herself believe—just for a second—that he didn’t still see her as his possession.If she hadn’t been sitting on Dante’s bed, she would’ve collapsed onto the floor again. Her throat tightened painfully, and she bit down on her bottom lip like it could stop the tears threatening to spill.She had chosen the punishment. She had agreed to it. But now... she wished she had just listened to Dante and stayed at his house.“M-My throat still hurts,” she stuttered, pressing her back harder into the bed frame, like she could sink into it and vanish from his view.Dante’s lips curled slightly. His eyes crinkled with amusement as a low laugh escaped hi

Chiara looked at her phone anxiously, the ringing starting to give her a headache. The date had just started, and she felt like an idiot for calling him so soon. When the beeping cut off, her anxiety turned into relief.“H-Hello, it’s Chiara.” She paused, waiting for a response. When she got none, she continued talking. “C-Can you pick—”“I’m already here. Come out of the bathroom so we can leave.”She let out a breath she didnt know she was holding, and made a beeline to the door as the call ended. As she went back to where Satefan and her had been eating, the scene that met her eyes made her freeze in place. She stared, stunned. Dante stood in front of an unconscious Stefan, his fist bloody—and she could tell from the blood on Stefan's face, that it wasn’t Dante's blood.“W-What happe—?”“It doesn’t matter. Let’s leave.” He extended his bloody hand for Chiara to hold, and she stepped forward hesitantly, her eyes locked on it in silence. He sighed and pulled it back, wiping it on his