Alexia Ashford Novels & Stories

She was limping a little due to the sores. The sun seemed to be shinnig brightly this morning but non of this seemed to matter to Alexa in her eyes everywhere was just dark and scary. Scary was for the fact that she would be getting married tommorow. Alexa had gotten up to eat since she could not escape the least she could do right now was to stuff her stomach with food trying to fill her empty but wearing heart.(Alexa was a stress eater).

The intricate web of alliances and ambitions within the Ashford family weighs heavily on Richard's mind, his expression a mask of concern and worry as he navigates the complex interplay of personal relationships and business interests. In the high-stakes world of corporate power plays and familial dynamics, Richard grapples with the delicate balance between loyalty, ambition, and the pursuit of success. Kalix Ashford stands by the glass window, watching intently as the nurses assist Audrey in her tentative steps, a faint smile gracing her lips as she looks back at him. Despite the fracture bandage on her arm, Audrey's determination to walk fills Kalix with a sense of admiration and longing.

She picked up a pink purse, then she transferred all the content in the previous bag into the purse, she clung the purse to herself, then she wore a black spectacle, then she walked out of her room, she head downstairs to meet her mother. Alexis found Faith staring at the t.v, though she was ill yesterday, that she was on the verge of breaking down, but due to Alexis treatment, Faith was back on feet, safe and strong, even the fear of the relapses of her ailment was reduced to a low percentage due to Alexis treatment. Thus Faith was back staring at the morning new as she always does before she head out to carried out some work.

she said, dragging Alexis—who was now humming what sounded like Bohemian Rhapsody—toward the exit. "Tell your shirt I'm sorry!" Alexis shouted over her shoulder, her laughter echoing through the pub. Ade turned to Ashton, who still hadn't moved. "Well. That was... eventful." Ashton pulled off his glasses, wiped them slowly with the dry inside hem of his jacket. "I've reviewed CVs for years," he murmured, mostly to himself. "But none of them ever threw a pint at me."

Know that I’m closer to the edge than I’ve ever been and more importantly, I know what I put him and Alex through those sixteen long months of rehab. When I fought, I clawed, I dug myself out of that grave to live my one life and be a real person again. Unfortunately, given my years of experience and intrinsic knowledge miraculously restored to me, the only viable career option is in Dr. Cross’ sanctum sanatorium of medicine. Chapter 1.41 ASD At Its Finest, Xoxo Nyx

"Ashley, I need to ask you something. Please tell me the truth. Life is on the line." Ashley's voice was soft and concerned as she replied, "Okay, Alex. What do you need to know?" Alex didn't waste any time. "Is Larisa Madison your best friend, a doctor, and a surgeon?" There was a moment of hesitation before Ashley finally answered, "Yes, she is." The group held their breath as Alex asked one final question. "Is she the founder of Safety Medical Hospital?" The answer came quickly, "Yes, she is."

Allen was telling him because he needed to understand what Ashly had been through and why they were so worried. "We went over to her apartment, and Adom was just sitting in the middle of the room, crying, and Ashly was at the window, and it was like she couldn't even hear her. She was silent and unresponsive for days." Then, finally, Allen looked at Alex again and leveled him with a glare that spoke volumes. "We thought it was broken bond syndrome. We want to kill you, Alex; when we saw Adom crying, that small creature doesn't deserve all this, Alex; my best friend doesn't deserve all this."

When I release her I hold onto her shoulders, keeping her in place and look her in the eye. “We found a therapist for you. Her name is Alexia Erickson, and she is a werefox so you don need o worry about censoring yourself. You have an appointment today at 1500, and everyday until you are ready to stop.” She has tears building up in her eyes and tries to cover her face with her hands. “Hey, hey, what’s going on? Let’s go over here.” As I direct her to the formal dining room. “Ok, Al, what’s going on?”

Leo asked coldly. "I have been working for Damon for years do you really think I would harm him ? " Doctor Richard asked. Leo seemed to be in a trance for some minutes before he finally lowered his gun and hid it back behind him. "Then what drug is this ? " Leo asked as he picked up the strange drug. "Mr Damon's mental health is slowly declining and he has started having his sleepwalking disorder this drug would prevent his sleepwalking disorder from taking control tonight and instead put him in a good state " Doctor Richard said and Leo raised his eyebrows .

I choose to ignore both of them as I remove the satchel. I am familiar with healing—my mother suffered from illness throughout much of my childhood, often displaying bruises and scrapes. However, this young male appears to be in particularly dire condition. His face is covered in blood, and he is writhing in agony. “Shh.” I gently push the coppery hair away from his sticky forehead. “It’s alright. What hurts? Please tell me what’s wrong.” I can feel the alpha’s gaze fixed on me. “I dislocated his arm,” he states.