Romans & histoires 5 Seconds Of Summer Ashton

Chace Crawford, that is who he reminds me of, and he has to be about twenty-seven maybe? I look to Ashton, he is the baby, of the brothers anyway. He’s about twenty-four, or maybe twenty-five? His eyes are green, and almost mesmerising. He looks so different from Emmet and Grayson, there are no features he has that they share. His hair is curly and almost black, and when he smiles he has perfect dimples, which are really sweet. He reminds me of Joshua Bassatt. It’s weird how different Ashton is to them. I wonder if Ava is right, she said people assume they are brothers, but maybe they aren’t?

Her voice grew softer. “Even after everything, you never stopped helping me. Especially with the footage you sent. That was the strongest evidence that convicted Madame Elvira and Madame Rima.” She lifted her eyes and gave him a sincere, grateful smile. Ashton held her gaze for a moment before exhaling slowly, his expression turning thoughtful. “It was actually an accident,” he admitted. He leaned back slightly, his voice quieter, distant with memory. “My grandmother visited the Knowles residence one day, and I tagged along. I got bored and wandered around the house. One of the bedroom doors was open, so I got curious.”

a girl whispered to her friend, both of them giggling as they spoke to each other, clenching my fists i remained quiet. “Ignore them Summy, they cant say it to your face okay? Dont let them get to you.” she squeezed my arm in hers, leading me through the hallway like a mom. I caught sight of Ashton fondling Freya for everyone to see, her eyes burned towarfs me, her lips curled up in a mocking smirk. “Hey Summer, did you have a nightmare? I didnt think you would be able to come to school.” freya scoffed, causimg th others to laugh, my eyes focussed on ashton for a brief moment, still in disbelief thst he could do such a thing to me. He had no remorse and even went on to kiss Freya while liger

"Well, yes. Your mother mentioned it to me, but I didn't think she was serious. Why Summerhill? Surely, there are other places to consider." "I have no idea," Ashton replied. "Mom's full of secrets." The two chuckled quietly, their attention shifting as Hannah walked in. Ashton's smile widened when he saw her wearing a white babydoll dress, looking sweet and effortlessly charming. Ashton stood up quickly and walked over to her. "Shall we go now?" "We're going, Elizabeth," Hannah said. "I won't be late." Elizabeth chuckled. "All right, dear. Have fun, you two." Hannah and Ashton left together, padding down the hallway to the elevator. Ashton glanced at her occasionally, admiring how stunning

It counts. The summer he and Matt turned sixteen, they spent two months at Boy Scout camp. When they came back, Ashton was ripped—and hot. That night, thirteen-year-old me learned all about masturbation. Since then, it’s been all teasing and innuendo between us, but nothing ever happened. Our families—especially Matt—would lose their minds. So I never pursued anything. But when Ashton called and asked if he could stay with me while interviewing in New York, I jumped at the chance. Practically pushed my roommate out the door when she said she was going to help her family move to the suburbs.

" Ashton, what did you do?" " nothing at all. she panicked" " why are you here? didn't you say you would sleep out tonight? " " I was planning to, but things didn't work out as expected " Ashton's golden eyes shifted to Kira. just like Shane, he was incredibly good-looking and had a pale complexion. he was a bit muscular and had red hair, Kira knew he must have dyed it that color. the bright hue brought out his sharp eyes more. Ashton looked a lot more monotonous than even Shane was. his eyes held curiosity but no emotion showed on his face. " who is she?'

I sighed, knowing his main purpose was nothing but death. "No problem, you know you're my number one right," I said in a playful tone, chuckling. I might as well make his last memory of me a good one, right? "Oh whatever, Athena Hendrix. I know. I will always be your number one," he said, a smirk crawling up on his face. I cringed as I looked at him. "I take that back," I said, pretending to gag. He laughed and turned to look at me.

Chapter 8 Chapter Eight Five years later, the Astor Grand Hotel buzzed with energy as business elites mingled in the ballroom. Nikolai Ashford adjusted his tie, surveying the crowd with practiced indifference, networking events like thus6 had become routine to him, it was just another opportunity to display the Ashford empire's continued dominance in the industry. "Stop fidgeting," Cassandra murmured, sliding her hand into the crook of his arm. "You look perfect." She told herself.

"Oh, darling, I would love to, but our reservation at Six Seven is at one-thirty and the traffic near the water is going to be terrible. Let’s do the tour right after lunch, I promise. For now, get into the seat next to me and let's go." "Alright," I smiled, letting go of my car door and walking around to the side of her vehicle. I opened the door and climbed into the plush leather seat next to her. As the door clicked shut, we both turned to face each other. Evelyn looked me up and down with a warm, discerning eye. "You are looking pale, darling, but gorgeous." I smirked, adjusting my bag on my lap. "And you are looking extremely hot for an oldie, Eve."