Alexia Ashford Novels & Stories

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.

"I only care about Rhodes Corporation's most valuable asset—the Pharmaceutical Division's formulas. Once we have that and Rhodes Corporation takes a catastrophic hit, the chaos in Jayrodale's business world will be unstoppable." "As for the rest," she added with a dismissive wave, "do what you want. Sleep with whomever you like. I won't interfere." With that, Aspen left the hotel, her figure elegant yet imposing. Beneath her composed exterior, however, was a deep-seated disdain for men—a lingering trauma. Her distrust stemmed from the harrowing encounter she had barely escaped with Rodney—a moment that had left scars far deeper than she cared to admit. From a medical perspective, it could ev

CHAPTER 24 Aurelia The silence stretches between us after my confession. I can feel him processing, deciding how to respond to this disaster of a human sitting next to him. "So let me get this straight," he says finally. "Your middle school bully and some guy teamed up to fuck with you?" "Pretty much." "That's elaborate. Like, unnecessarily elaborate." He turns to look at me fully. "Who does that?" "Victoria Ashford, apparently." My voice is bitter, rough from all the crying. "She's been making my life hell since I was ten. Guess she wasn't done."

I feel as if, I have lost my hand and foot. Alysia did nothing after the Drugs injected her. A Niferex Elixir. A type of medicine that will give Hoarseness. She was left stunned in the room. I can't move my whole body. I'm softening like a vegetable. Alysia was lying on her bed. It crouched down, She could not get up, no matter what she tried to do she did not want to move his body. "What? Mom, You did that? Will not everyone knows that or will they wonder, why Alysia is not speaking? "

He chuckles in reply, “Please tell me that you’re not stalking someone. I don’t think Alex would be too happy if your arse wound up behind bars.” I shake my head. “No, man. It’s not like that. She’s really sick, and I want to make sure she’s alright. Now, can you get me that address or not?” He snickers. “Very well. What’s her name?” I roll my eyes. “It’s Amara Vega.” He huffs out a breath. “Oh, the beauty queen. Alright, hold your bollocks.” Strumming my fingers over the steering wheel impatiently, I listen as Azazel presses a few keys on his computer. “And… I got it. I just texted you the address. Anything else, mate?”

Ezra: “Let me GO!” Annalise yelled and I raised an eyebrow. I leaned against the table, looking at the woman whose eyes were wide as if in pain. The woman has been screaming since she opened her eyes two hours ago, and her voice simply grew louder by the minute to the point that I was surprised that she wasn’t tired already.

“I brought everything.” Victoria stood in Ashford’s temporary office doorway, a worn leather satchel clutched against her chest, her eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying the whole drive over. Xavier tensed beside me, and I felt my own guard rise instinctively, two years of learning not to trust this woman refusing to let go easily. “Come in,” Ashford said, his voice carefully neutral, the voice of a man who’d learned long ago not to extend trust before evidence earned it. “Sit down. Let’s see what you have.”

Days of little sleep and constant stress had finally caught up with him. To make matters worse, he had consumed alcohol on an empty stomach, only worsening his condition. Asher looked at his friend. It felt like Declan was trapped in some kind of nightmare. This was the third time since they had brought him to the hospital that he had whispered Elysia's name in his unconscious state. "Victoria is not another woman." The words left his lips as the world around him shifted. Suddenly, he was back at the dining table from a few days ago.