Alexia Ashford Novels & Stories

He proposed the morning of graduation. She called him a nobody and walked away. By midnight, the whole world knew his name. Chase Sterling is the heir to an empire she never knew existed, and Vivian Ashford is the actress who rejected him before the fortune ever came. Now she is building her career under the bright lights of Hollywood, and he is dismantling everything in his path from a New York boardroom. They should be strangers. They should be over. But something is pulling them back together, and it is darker than desire. Chase is not the man Vivian fell for in college. He is colder now, crueler, and every time he gets close to her, something inside him turns. He does not understand why he needs to hurt what he loves. She does not understand why she keeps coming back. Neither of them knows about the curse written into the Sterling bloodline, or that the stronger their love grows, the more violently he will be driven to destroy her. His mother is watching from the shadows. Her best friend is seeing visions drenched in blood. And the man offering Vivian the career of her dreams has his own reasons for keeping her close. Some curses cannot be broken. Some loves refuse to die. And some obsessions were never meant to end.

"I'm going to be the best architect ever and make my dad real proud of me." Beautiful, smart, ambitious, as well as determined Nadia Campbell had the zeal of being the best at what she dreamt of becoming. She had her life well planned out thus, nothing prepared her for the sudden tough phase of her life — being a young mother and marrying the father of her child, a child she never hoped for this early in her life. Not when she was so close to her goal. " He's a player. I shouldn't get entangled but why does my heart say otherwise?" "There's no way something as feeble as love can ever find a way of getting to me." Playboy Derek Ashford's popular mantra, "NO LOVE, NO PAIN", was his everyday principle of living. Flirt with girls, temporary tango in the sheets, take a walk and never look back on the tears — total show on their parts to bring the toughest man to his knees. It all seemed easy until faced with the toughest price he had to pay for his inheritance — marry the mother of his mistake baby. " I play girls, I dont date them. When and if I do, no marriage or commitment is made clear from the onset so why does my heart argue with my head on this when it comes to her?"

It was the third anniversary of my registration of a mate bond with Xavier Ashford, the alpha of Shadowcrest Pack. My gift to him was a positive pregnancy test, but his gift to me was a contract terminating our bond as mates. I froze, too distraught to reach out and take it from him. Xavier cleared his throat awkwardly. "A wolf tricked Talia into getting pregnant. A pup born out of mate bond can't get the rights to live in the pack. My plan is to terminate our bond as mates and become mates with Talia for the time being so that her pup can have a legal identity. After she gives birth to her pup, then you and I can become mates again. How does that sound?" He passed me a bond termination contract. It had clearly been prepared a long time ago. He noticed my hesitation and explained gently, "You're my one true love. I'm only helping her as a friend. Even after we split up, I can guarantee that you won't be mistreated." I looked up at him with a smile and stayed silent. Then, I reached into my pocket and felt the pregnancy test under my fingers. The two red lines on the screen were as clear as day.

On my eighteenth birthday, the boy I'd secretly loved for years kissed me first. After a night of passion, I traced the marks on my skin and thought it was all a dream. I was ready to make it official. But the next day, my nude photos were plastered across the entire school. When I confronted him, Damien Ashford laughed with bloodshot eyes: "Blame your mother. If she hadn't turned a blind eye while those girls destroyed Rosalie, Rosalie would never have killed herself." "Now let's see — when her own daughter becomes the school whore, will she still just sit back and watch?" That was the moment I understood. Every tender word from the night before had been a weapon. In the end, my mother slapped me hard across the face and dragged me away. Years later, we met again. He had become the Don — the most powerful man in the underworld. And I was a dealer in his brand-new casino. He offered me up like a chip for other men's amusement, then claimed me himself after the game — the winner taking his prize. I didn't resist. Didn't struggle. Obedient as a puppet. But he froze. His eyes locked onto the stretch mark across my stomach.

Hubert Parker and I had been together since our teenage years. We went from innocent first love to planning a lifetime together. But a week before our wedding, he died in a sudden accident. I cried until I nearly passed out, only to see strange messages flashing before my eyes. [Can someone please tell the poor female lead he’s not really dead?] [Hubert’s secret lover ran away after hearing about his wedding. He faked his death that very night and flew overseas to chase her. The female lead’s crying by his grave while the mistress is crying in his bed. This is killing me!] [What a pity. When he finally came back, she knew nothing and still married him with a smile…] Half a month later, news spread across Ashford that I was engaged to the heir of one of the city’s most powerful families. One of Hubert’s closest friends confronted me in disbelief. “It hasn’t even been that long since Hubert passed, and you’ve already found someone new?” “He’s gone. I can’t spend the rest of my life in mourning, can I?”

For years, Lyra Ashford survived as the invisible, abused omega servant of her pack. Her only goal was to endure the cruelty of her vain stepsister, Selene, and the arrogant, brutal future Alpha, Kael Draven, long enough to escape. With her protective hidden wolf, Nyra, keeping her sane, Lyra secretly saves every coin and flee to a prestigious city academy under the cover of Kael’s Alpha ritual. ​She thought she was finally free. She was wrong. ​When Kael the ruthless Alpha heir enrolls at the very same academy. ​Suddenly, her safe haven feels like a cage. Kael corners her in the corridors, forces his way into her life, and stalks her every move. But the academy isn’t the packhouse, and Lyra refuses to bow to him anymore. As their forced proximity ignites a dangerous, undeniable heat, Kael becomes wildly territorial, ruthlessly punishing anyone else who dares to bully his target. ​But Kael is still promised to Selene, and a match between an elite Alpha heir and a lowly omega is strictly forbidden. As the lines between hatred, possession, and raw desire violently blur, Lyra must decide if she is strong enough to fight the powerful man who was born to ruin her—or if her rebellious body will surrender to the bully she was never supposed to want.

Willow Ashford, the secretary of my mate, Alpha Garrett Blackwood, files our marking ceremony application as a mate bond dissolution for the 37th time. I finally can't hold back anymore and storm into Garrett's office, my voice trembling. "Is this what you call a top graduate from the Elite Werewolves Academy? She couldn't even figure out a simple marking ceremony application! "This is the 37th time. If you really don't have time to manage your employees, I can help you fire her." Garrett looks up from his documents, glances at the application records on my phone screen, and sighs. "I told you before, you can't have someone of Willow's caliber doing menial tasks for you. "If you have time to come here and lose your temper at me, you might as well go handle it yourself." But he doesn't know that I just discovered I'm with pup. The doctor warned me to protect the pup and avoid crowds, and the Werewolf Affairs Department is always packed and suffocating. I look at his cold profile, and something deep inside me finally shatters. In that moment, I decide to end it all. But on the day I leave the pack with our pup, leaving him behind, he goes crazy searching for me everywhere.

For one year, I believed Matteo De Luca had truly fallen in love with me. Our marriage began as an alliance, but he held me every night, kissed me before council meetings, and fastened the De Luca Donna brooch at my throat as if I already belonged beside him. Then his first love, Vanessa Ashford, came back. Within days, our official ceremony was postponed, her access was added to the Donna wing, and Matteo stopped wearing the family signet he once used to claim me in public. He said it was council business. But council business did not leave amber perfume on his skin. It did not sit beside him on a private jet to Palm Beach. And it certainly did not smile from the Donna’s chair while his friends watched me lose my place. The final humiliation came at a private dinner, when someone asked whether I was Matteo’s wife. He looked at me, then said calmly, “Elena and I have an arrangement.” That night, I stopped waiting to be chosen. Matteo could keep his first love, his title, and the home he let her enter. I packed my passport, my Florence contract, and the prenatal report he had never seen. Then I left New York with his child.

I chase after Dean Wagner for five years while Graham Ashford chases after me for seven. When Dean marries Emily Caldwell, I finally say yes to being Graham's girlfriend. Graham is over the moon. He treats me like I'm everything to him, like he'd do whatever it takes just to make me happy. But Graham doesn't believe in marriage. Even when our daughter turns four, he still hasn't married me. He won't even let her call him "Dad". One night, I overhear him joking around with his buddies. "Your daughter's already four. You still aren't bringing your wife and kid home to meet your parents?" Graham taps his knuckles on the table and laughs. "You know why I got with Nora and had a kid with her. I just want to make Emily jealous. "Nora's easy to fool. She won't ever leave me, even if I never bring her or the kid home." He thinks he has me all figured out, but he doesn't. I turn and leave without a word, then plan to leave him for good. A man like that doesn't deserve my love. And he sure as well doesn't deserve to be my daughter's father.

After two years abroad in seclusion as I recovered, I received a selfie from my daughter, Lila Ashford. She was sitting on a bike, dressed in a work uniform. "Mom, you’ll be home soon, right? I miss you so much." My heart softened as I thought about how my girl had grown up. She understood that she needed to start from the bottom and work her way up. I was about to praise her when I noticed her skin seemed tanner, and her fitted shirt was the same one I’d bought her three years ago. It was frayed and worn thin, yet she still hadn’t thrown it away. As a child of the wealthiest family, Lila shouldn’t have to live like this, not even for "life experience". I zoomed in on the picture again. Her shoes were falling apart, the front gaping wide open. The more I looked, the more uneasy I became. The next second, I stumbled across Serena Ashford, my adopted daughter’s posts on social media. She was showing off male models, luxury cars, and on her wrist, the global limited-edition diamond bracelet I had given Lila. What shocked me most was the car that appeared in nearly every photo, the very one I had gifted Lila for her college graduation. How the hell had it ended up with her instead?!