Alexia Ashford Novels & Stories

She asked him politely but he didn't respond nor did he make any movement. "Hi, can I please speak with you?" Ashley repeated herself and Alex lifted his upper body from his desk before relaxing against the wall with his hands folded. Ashley was a bit anxious after seeing his reaction but she tried to be confident about it. "I don't know if you recognize me but I was the girl you rescued on Saturday in the bathroom from those rapists. I just want to appreciate you for considering helping me because if it weren't for you, I would have probably committed suicide." She said and pulled a smile on to show her sincerity but what she got back was baffling. Alex placed his head back on the table and

I was looking forward to facing him, to proving to him who the real top dog was in this town. All of a sudden, the wing mirror beside me exploded in my face. I screamed as I felt shards of mirror enter my eye “Drive” I screamed at Zac, take me to the warehouse and hope like hell the new Doctor you hired can fix me” “Yes sir” I could feel the car speed off, I tried to feel around and pull out any bits of glass I could feel. Suddenly the car stopped, and I head Zac get out and run around to my side. “We are here boss” He slowly helped me out of the car. “Sit down sir, it’s a wheelchair. It will get you inside quicker”

I said, taking a seat on the bed, “Didn’t you think he was bitter about me too? The whole family? They were looking at me like the sole purpose of my visit here is to steal their property.” “Selfish vultures. All of them.” He said, “Axon is a power hungry beast. He cares about nothing more than money. I’m sure he thought he was invincible when the property was all going to be his. But with you in the picture, I wonder how much he’s getting.” “This is so silly.” I said, “Why would Mr Ashford invite them here if he knew about them?” “Well, he doesn’t. Or perhaps, he refuses to accept it.” He said, “You’ve heard it yourself. Mr Ashford treats him like his own family. And I don’t think they retu

Was Asher's callous answer. There was no way he'd back down, or so much as to apologize for a wrong, he hadn't committed. He could run a massive charity event and everyone would forget about what happened. But that wouldn't stop him from ever forgiving Lena for what she had done. Breaking into his inner loathing, Alexa's voice played over the house. " Incoming video call from Angelica Darcy." Asher's face twisted into a tighter grimace. He walked to his bedroom and got his first aid bag before walking to the living room and sitting on the massive malt-colored couch that formed a broad C in the space.

Asher asked, breaking the silence. Miranda's vision snapped to Asher's gaze and though she was afraid for her life, she felt like rolling her eyes. The guy must've been very dense in the brain to not know her name by now. The way he leaned back in the chair and spread his arms out on the chair's arm support told Miranda that he was narcissistic. Miranda didn't want to entertain his ego. "Are you dense or something?" Miranda asked could control her mouth. Asher released a side smirk, then he leaned forward, "Do you want me to act dense?"

She didn't exist anymore. ​Only the avenger remained. ​I shut down the monitors, letting the pitch black quiet of the basement swallow the room. The mechanical hum of the fans died away, leaving only the sound of rain drumming against the street ? level grates above. ​I stood up, my knees cracking, and walked up the narrow wooden stairs. ​The living room of the safehouse was dimly lit by a single amber lamp. Seraphina was still standing by the high glass windows overlooking the wet, gray London skyline. She had her arms wrapped tight around her waist, looking tiny against the massive backdrop of the city.

Driver guy looked amused again, "Well, would you like to introduce yourself first, or shall we?" He seemed to have something of an air of authority to him, like the other two let him take the lead naturally. He was also the tallest, and bulkiest of the three, though they were all easily over six foot and heavily built, with well-defined muscles. She smiled awkwardly, "Uh.. well, I'm Ashallia," she said quietly, her nervousness coming through in her voice, "Most just call me Ash or Asha, though."

He called before disappearing from my apartment. "Love you too Liam..." way more than you can ever imagine. Let me introduce myself properly to you guys, My name is Alexia Monoroe, I am twenty three years old and I am a freelance writer and I bake. I have an unhealthy addiction to N*****x. I am a hopeless romantic- maybe that is why I write romance novels for a living. And last but not the least... I am hopelessly in love with my best friend and there is a big fat chance that he will never return my feelings.

“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?”

It was pathetic, watching my twin sister, my other half, unravel over a man who never saw her as anything but a shadow. And the worst part was the fact that she did not realize that he's been using her for a while. It was simple pleasure for him, something and someone that he can control. He did not want her around. “Alpha.” Alexander’s voice cut through the quiet. My second-in-command stood near the door, shoulders straight, eyes wary. He’d seen this before, the calm before I tore something apart. “You know not to bother me when I am in a mood.” “I believe that you need to hear this from me.” He said, looking away from me as he stepped inside.