Alexia Ashford Novels & Stories

"She is polished, she is perfect, and she has been meticulously groomed for this exact political elevation since the day she was born." "Nobody in our elite, treacherous society is actually perfect, Cael, and every single family sitting on the high council has a locked closet filled entirely with rotting skeletons," I countered fiercely, stopping my pacing to stare blankly out the window at the towering, glittering skyscrapers of Junylria. "Victoria Ashford is a calculated, unfeeling sociopath who only cares about accumulating absolute power. I need you to scour her bank accounts, her private communications, her travel logs, and her associates. I do not care how many firewalls you have to il

“ Hello , I am the doctor in charge for mr Axel Danados’s analysis and check ups . “ said the female doctor when she entered . Antonio opened his eyes wide in surprise as he looked a the doctor . Axel was also surprised when he looked at her . “ Isn’t Alex my doctor ? “ asked Axel with a cold stare . “ I have known already about your relationship with doctor Alex . Doctor Alex is the golden surgeon and golden doctor of our hospital . Luckily it is our month to collaborate with him and it is an honour . He personally told me to be in charge of you . Can you please be reasonable and cooperate with me ? “ said the doctor . “ What’s your name ? “ asked Axel . “ My name is Ami . “ said doctor Ami

She really didn't think that there was any need to be nice to a pretentious person like her. "You're really shameless you know that? I should have known that you won't be easy to deal with. You came to this hospital as a patient and now you're even planning to work for him? Don't you think that you are completely shameless? He's a Doctor! What kind of work can a person like you do for him? Are you going to a personal prostitute who fucks him in between seeing patients at the hospital?" Alexa asked rudely. Her words were as crass as it could get. . Blair rolled her eyes as she willed herself not to get offended by a person like Alexa. It really isn't worth it at all!

Ashford said. Bartram raised his eyebrows in surprise as he exclaimed, "I never believed that my daughter was insane!" "Why didn't you believe her at that time?" "About what?" Bartram asked. "Who are you?" Ashford extended his hand and introduced himself: "You may call me..."." Bartram rubbed his head in frustration. "Please don't say Assy." Ashford stared at him; his lips curled into a smile. "I am Ashford, not Assy." "Oh right." Bartram groaned. His eyes widened. "Ashford?"

Alex asked, concern sharpening his voice as he rose from the bed. Lila set the tray down, moving closer. "You look pale. Is it another memory flash?" Eve nodded weakly, leaning against the wall, letting the panic show just enough to seem authentic. "It's nothing. Just a wave of anxiety. The fire memories hit hard sometimes." In truth, the message had triggered a very real spike of terror — but she used it to deepen her cover, buying time while appearing fragile in a way Sophia might have. Alex pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back soothingly. "Breathe, love. I've got you. No more east wing. No more pushing too hard."

His eyes have turned blood shot, his face now fading into a deep redish-purple, the evil smile on my face the last thing he sees before he closes his pothetic eyes. Alex is leaning against my desk, the look of boardom on his face" man should of kept his mouth shut" he shrugs. Standing and walking away from the solider staining my rug. I hand him two peices of paper "Send word to gentral warren, tell him too burn it" "NO ONE GETS OUT ALIVE"! The power radiating off me has him bowing his in submition."Yes alpha" he says turning to deliver the message. "and alex... bring me a file of everyone on that list" he stops stort the look of confusion on his face as he looks the list over."Servant file

"Because my son refuses to simply disappear because you decided you were finished with him." "In a man being hospitalized," I said. "Theo Ashford is in a hospital bed right now because Chase paid a psychiatrist to administer hallucinogenic compounds to him over multiple sessions. Deliberately. With the intention of inducing psychological deterioration." Ashley looked at me for a long moment. Then she said, "That is quite an imagination you have." "Ashley..." "This is what happens," she continued, uncrossing and recrossing her legs with the composure of someone who has decided the meeting is going in a direction she finds tedious, "when a young woman makes certain lifestyle choices and then f

So much that they believed he was a David against a Goliath, even if they ironically never gave the mortal Bible an inch of the value they give their moon goddess. To them, the Alpha was the chosen of the goddess they praised. To them, he was their hope. But their hope... 'Their hope...' she thought. What would be left of them if she were to diminish their hope? "Xavier," Adeline tremblingly whispered. "He..." Should she lie? But could she lie at all? "He is gone." She couldn't. The whole cellar was quiet—not even a single gasp. No one spoke for a whole hour. Save for the rare sniffs, only the continous howls of the wind sounded, as though a ghost of a wolf's call.

Whizz's eyes widened, and she reached out to hold Liya's hand. "Oh my gosh, Liya. I had no idea. I'm so sorry. Who's Samuel" Liya nodded, blinking back tears. "And the worst part is, the doctor said he may never walk properly again. He might never be able to work." Whizz's grip on Liya's hand tightened, her face a mix of concern and empathy. "That's a lot to take in, Liya. I can't even imagine what you're going through."

Alexandro sat in the war chamber, maps spread across the stone table, his fingers brushing over the routes marked in red ink. His mind wasn’t there—not with the territory, not with the soldiers or strategy. It was with Serena. It had been too many days since she vanished, and with every passing minute, the silence was eating away at him. He hadn’t slept properly, barely eaten. Ravik, his wolf, growled in frustration inside his mind constantly. The mate bond was strong—it was burning. But without direction, without answers, Alexandro was going mad.