Ash And Chloe Novels & Stories

"Mama and Papa, you must also take care of your health. Watch your diet, get enough sleep, and don't overthink unimportant things. Besides, Mountain has been walking as it should, right?" Chloe joked, trying to lighten the mood. However, she admitted that sadness always enveloped her when she met Agatha. "Chloe loves Mama and Papa too. Chloe loves you all; thank you for treating Chloe like your child." Tears finally welled up in Chloe's eyes; she couldn't hide how grateful she was for the fortune she had. Yes, the tears that came out were not a sign of sadness but overwhelming joy and happiness.

Hailey yelled at Ivana and Chelsea as they walked out ignoring her outburst. The driver that picked up Ivana earlier stepped out to help them inside the car. “Can you drive us to this mall close by?” Ivana gave him the address to the mall. “Ok ma'am I will do that.” The driver responded politely. “What the hell just happened there, who is that crazy woman?” Chelsea asked, looking furious. “That is Asher's ex fiance, She is Hailey Smith, that popular model. It was carried widely by the media. They broke up and she's still not over him.” Ivana rolled her eyes as she explained to Chelsea.

Asher said to Cheryl. "You are the one who needs talking to, why did you call him in the first place?” Cheryl asked. "To get you both to shut up!" He replied with a shrug. “You’re so silly!” Mia slapped his arm while they all giggled. Asher drove into the house drive way, he parked the car and both girls came down. Cheryl ran into the awaiting arms of Adam. "Hey baby." He murmured into her neck. "Babe? When did they make it official?" Mia whispered to Asher.

she said, pointing at me, “are antisocial.” “I am reserved..” “Fancy word for antisocial.” She attacked with a smile. She seemed less drunk then. “You are avoiding life.” she continued “I am enjoying it quietly.” I countered, happy I had a comeback. She huffed, dropping back into her seat. “You need help.” We stared at each other again, a silent battle raging. Then Michael laughed softly. “You two are complete opposites.” “Exactly,” we both said at the same time. We paused, then looked at each other, then burst into laughter.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

God, she didn’t have a censor button. “At least stop shouting,” I looked around hoping we didn’t attract anyone’s attention. “Sorry,” she giggled and I continued to tell her everything including the incident with Chad. “Wait what? Chad? You mean the guy who came to our place that day?” Her jaw was hanging to the floor. “Yes, I know it’s shocking. I still can’t believe it myself.” I sighed and she was pissed off and angry. “That bastard! He looked so fucking innocent. Did he hurt you, Ash? God, I think that I shouldn’t have moved out. I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’m really glad you called me this time.” She had a concerned look on her pretty face.

He took a seat by her side and she heaved a sigh of relief. Next came Raphael and Jake. The sisters followed closely behind and they all took seats close to Hermione. Hermione was comforted by their closeness and relaxed a bit. Lycans walked into the hall, most of them throwing Hermione looks of curiosity. Lang Lang leaned towards Hermione and whispered the names of some lycans. She pointed at a blonde Lycan, who was "Nate", and a sexy brunette, “Raine”, two identical males. She identified them as “Troy and Moran” and a particularly large Lycan “asher”.

“This story is about two little girls. Both from different worlds, yet they were the same inside. The first girl—hmm, let’s call her Amy. Amy had lived in this town her entire life, surrounded by money and wealth. The second girl, who we’ll call Ashley, moved here from far, far away. These two girls saw something in one another and instantly became best friends. As much as Ashley liked this place and her new friend, she was missing something. She was missing her father. Her mother told her how her father was a bad man who needed to be kept away from Ashley. Ashley didn’t care, though. She knew her father had to be like her. Bad. Ashley’s mother had a daughter, you know. A pretty little girl

“Before you cause irreparable damage.” “She’s a rogue,” Chloe insists weakly. “She’ll tear this pack apart.” Asher’s voice drops dangerously low. “The only person tearing this pack apart right now is you.” The room is deathly quiet. Chloe’s eyes fill with tears—whether from humiliation or rage, I can’t tell. She turns sharply and storms out, shoulders shaking. No one follows. No one speaks. My legs finally give out. I sink into the nearest chair, hands trembling violently now that the adrenaline is crashing down. The anger drains fast, leaving behind something worse.

Ashley walked out of his bedroom gathering the blooded bed sheet with her walking the whole corridor lowering her head in embarrassment as other maids were whispering something looking at her. She was very ashamed of her act but deep down she knew that she enjoyed it very much and hoped it to happen more frequently than she expected it to. The flashes of his soft and spicy kisses were lingering all over mind making pass down shiver her spine. His every thrust was reaching up to her heart, tickling it sweetly. Finally she reached at her room and saw that Chloe pacing in the room with worried expressions. “God, you came alive?” Chloe screamed nearly and run towards her and hugged her tightly.