Alexia Ashford Novels & Stories

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she

"I guess not.. but I don't understand. How did I even do any of that?" I motion over to Dr Bradshaw to step forward. He's the psychologist that I hired to work with Lexi. I'm hoping that his explanation will make more sense to her, as I still find it unbelievable. I introduce Lexi to Dr Bradshaw. Letting him inform her of his findings. They talk for about ten minutes before I begin to see signs of Lexi growing weak. I motion for everyone to leave the room. Giving Lexi a chance to rest. I walk over to the side of the room, and turn off the lights, intent on letting her sleep. As I begin to walk towards the door, I hear Lexi call out to me.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

I just needed to leave. Tears blurred my vision as I walked down the long corridor. My chest ached, my whole body trembling. I just wanted to escape. From him. From the lies. From this miserable life. "Abigail!" Asher called, this time, his voice devoid of pleas. "I need you to listen to me, I need you to hear me out," Asher called, picking the shoes I'd tossed aside back to me. I stared back, my arms folded in front of my chest.

Still looking out of the window he spoke, "Find her family details." "Yes, director." Cameron bowed and left leaving Daniel there. After Cameron was gone, Alex spoke again, "Aware her about her boundaries. I don't want any chaos." "Yes, master." Daniel left too. After they all were gone, Alexander turned his chair to the desk again and opened his laptop. He opened his Skype and dialled a number of his private and secret psychiatrist. After a few rings, a woman in her early forties appeared on the screen. She is Dr Riley Richards. A classy and beautiful woman and someone to who Alex would turn if he can't find An answer or solution.

I called. “I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me.” The voice which had now become familiar said, and I turned to find him. Axel Hart. I would never have imagined that the man who has been after us for years would be a man with a disability? He was on a fucking wheelchair. “I am Axel Hart. Axe for short.” He wheeled himself to me and stretched forth his hand. “Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Aric Phoenixbourne.” He smiled.

"Caspian, he tried to kill himself because of me—" "He tried to kill himself because he's mentally unstable and made bad choices his entire life. That's not on you." Caspian grabbed her hand. "Let's go." But before they could move, the ER doctor reappeared. "Mrs. Ashford? Mr. Ashford is awake. He's asking for you." Lia stopped. "He is?" "Yes. Normally we wouldn't allow visitors this early, but given the circumstances he's very agitated. Keep saying your name. If you could just talk to him for a few minutes, help calm him down—"

Has he already— “Rhea Ashford. Twenty-eight. Single. No living relatives.” He ticks it off calmly. “You took local fashion classes in Texas. Stopped when your head professor passed. Worked in a few boutiques after that, then opened a small lingerie brand before you moved.” His eyes stay on mine. Unblinking. “You’re here because, limited experience or not, you’re talented enough to be Voss Atelier’s Creative Director. That’s why the board will be calling you back.”

Marcus hid a smile. Asher fell back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. “I hate this.” Rory folded his arms. “Hate what?” “These episodes,” Asher muttered. “These nightmares. This… weakness.” Ava’s eyes flashed. “Watch your mouth. Trauma ain’t weakness.” He clenched his jaw. “It sure feels like it.” Marcus spoke up quietly. “Have you ever talked to someone? A professional? About your time in service?” Asher gave him a withering look. “You my therapist now too?”

Alexia had come to mall to diffuse some of the fuse moving in her friends head. She thought that, she had too much drinks and she was a workaholic who would only go to work and back home. And so, when she found her drunk and with an escort, she thought that her friend was no longer the person she knew and maybe because of too much work, she was feeling stressful but then, she found out something else. Which demanded the mind to be peaceful and busy thinking about meager things. Because they wanted to run away from the are truth that they both didn’t want to accept.