Alexia Ashford Novels & Stories

It had simply exposed one that had never gone away. Meanwhile, back in Ashbourne, Alessia walked through the quiet halls of Blackthorne Psychiatric Center. The facility was unusually still. Distant voices and rolling carts echoed through the corridors. When she entered her mother's room, Solen sat by the window as she always did, staring outside. Dark circles shadowed her face, and she looked exhausted and fragile. According to the doctors, little had changed. She barely ate, rarely spoke, and spent most of her days in that chair, as if waiting for something, or someone.

It took several dead ends and endless scrolling before she finally found a short mention in a medical journal—one line that made her freeze: “Led by the research division at Ashford Biotech…”

He looked like someone who didn’t trust the world not to try and kill him. I didn’t ask how he knew my name. Everyone knew it: Ember Aurelia Ashbourne, the last phoenix. Names carried power, people said. Mine carried expectation, fear, and a price tag big enough to make men like him willing to risk their lives to claim it. But the way he’d said my name earlier, flat, clinical, without the awe or revulsion I’d come to expect… was different. He hadn’t whispered it like it was something sacred or spat it like it was something cursed. He’d just said it. Like I was a job. And that was worse.

AXEL’S POV: "My name is Devon Lugi," he declared with an edge of vulnerability I hadn’t expected. He fixed his gaze on me as if daring me to question him further. "I served in the Army—part of Blackhawk Shadow, a covert unit trained in assassination and high-risk combat." His tone dropped, reverent and raw. "Before all that, I was just a kid from the slums. My mother was dying of a disease we couldn’t afford to treat. I remember that charity event you held in our broken-down neighborhood—you, dressed so casually, laughing with the kids and comforting the old. When you were about to leave, I ran to you, desperate. Security tried to stop me, but you—God, you stopped them. You scooped me up in

do you have any idea of what you've done? Damien sighed when he realized that his tone was rather harsh but truth must be told! she was a complete psycho for trying to do this.. Rihanna's sobs filled the room "Of course I've gone nuts! I'm totally mad over you! and you know that! but you chose to disregard my feelings because of that woman and her son!" The door opened and Asher stepped into the ward closely followed by Alexa who had a worried expression on her face.. "Jeez! Rihanna what have you done?!" Alexa barked out in irritation..

“Have a seat. We’ll call you in shortly.” They sat down quietly at each sides. Azxel’s knee bounced once, then stopped. His hands stayed clenched in his sleeves. Jaelen watched him from the corner of his eye but didn’t speak. A door opened. “Azxel?” He stood immediately. The therapist’s office was warm in a deliberate way with soft lighting. Two chairs angled toward each other. A bookshelf full of titles about trauma, dissociation, identity, recovery and many others. The man smiled kindly. “I’m Dr. Ash. You can sit wherever you’re comfortable.”

“Sick how? Come on, Alexandra. You're too bored in your life that you can't just stay at peace." Alexandra pressed a hand to her abdomen unconsciously.“I’ve been in and out of hospitals for months. Tests. Treatments. Things I can’t control.”She laughed weakly.“Funny how fragile power feels when your body starts betraying you.” Ashley’s suspicion didn’t ease.“And you came here because?” “Because I don’t have much time to clean my mess,”Alexandra said.“And because there’s something you need to know.” Ashley stiffened.“About what?”

His husky voice rumbles from inside his chest and I can only smile like the Cheshire cat and nod lazily, not even able to put anything into moving my head more than an inch. He puts meaning into the statement ‘I’m completely fucked’. I have never been this physically drained and unable to function after sex before. Alexi is a demon. I swear he is not of this world and in no way human. It would explain a lot and if ADHD means he is like this indefinitely, then I just found more reason to like it.

Tears came to her easily, so I wouldn't let her tears touch me. She came back to the picnic mat with dry eyes, seemingly unaffected despite the earlier display of pretended tears during the phone call. I couldn't help but wonder about her peculiar behaviour. While I had initially suspected she might be mentally unstable, I started to reconsider, leaning towards the idea that Ashley might be more of a psychopath. Her actions seemed to align more with that characterisation. Alternatively, I pondered the possibility of her having schizophrenia. Somehow, I felt that one of these conditions might provide a fitting explanation for her perplexing behaviour.