Ash And Lillie Novels & Stories

He cut her off. Layla nodded and fanned her body with her mouth. "You want me to quit, but I won’t." "Why? Do you like me that much?" Asher asked in an arrogant tone. Layla burst into a mocking laugh that filled the air for a few seconds. She stopped laughing and gave him a serious look. "I'm not interested in your greatness because I don't even notice you are great. I'm still confused about why people give you 'the great Asher' as a nickname,"

LUCIAN’S POV Ashes on the Floor The private elevator opened directly into the quiet, polished luxury of my penthouse on the Upper East Side. For three years, I had walked into this apartment and felt nothing only the cold, silent structure of a life I managed like a portfolio. But tonight, as my boots heavy against the dark walnut floorboards, the silence didn't feel quiet. It felt like a corpse rotting in the room.

Hilda screamed, her spine arching off the wooden surface in pain. "Oh stop it, you're going to damage my hearing aid." Ben muttered under his breath, before he pinned Hilda's legs down, earning another blood curling shriek from her raspy, hybrid throat. Once that task was finished, Ben leaned down towards Hilda and asked tranquilly, "Now what do you know about the murder of Asher's Luna?" Hilda tensed. #

Ash shouted they're acting weird like seriously? "Hey what's happening? Are you insane or something?" I said it with full of sarcasm. "Sabby Aeshe Zraa was a model and she's been my crush for a long time," Ashton said proudly. Ash smiles "Even Alaister Lilyane Hirsch is a model too" okay like seriously what are they talking about? Models? "Ash, look at their faces it's different? Look at their hair and their eyes it's different" Ashton said and with that, I immediately went beside him as well as Ash.

Every pore on her skin emitted liquid fear. No one knew these. No one. Only she and Bruce… and the dead Lilian. Ashley didn't stir. She stood fixed, staring at the glass as Rachel watched her from the glass. Ashley's lips spread into a smile as Rachel looked. Ashley saw the recognition in Rachel's eyes. Knowledge lit through them as well as fear. Rachel began to see. To see Lilian in the reflection of Ashley. She didn't need to tell Rachel anything more but she wanted to. “Lilian died that day and Ashley was born.”

"Asher, do you understand how dangerous that girl is? She—" "She’s not dangerous," Asher interrupted, his voice rising with the frustration he had been holding back. "You don’t know her. You never did." Camilla stepped forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "But she drugged you, Asher! That’s what Cassius said. She drugged you at that party, and that’s why you—" "She didn’t drug me," Asher snapped, cutting her off. His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the intensity behind it. "Someone else did; she wasn’t trying to manipulate me. Whatever you think happened, you’re wrong."

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

Like she might disappear if I’m not precise enough. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t wake. Doesn’t react. My jaw tightens. I step back. Then forward again. Because I need to know. I need to understand what I’ve just brought into the only safe place we have left. Slowly— I lift the edge of her shirt. The mark reveals itself again. Clear. Spreading. Worse than I remember. It isn’t just a symbol. It’s woven into her skin. Alive. Ancient. Wrong.

she spat under her breath, slamming the wheel with her palm. Her plan was simple , get to Damon’s mansion, question the maids, slip them money if needed. Someone would break, Someone always did. But just as she neared the familiar neighborhood, her eyes caught sight of a slim figure walking alone along the street. Long hair doll with beautiful hairpins youthful frame, the face illuminated briefly by a passing car’s headlights. Penelope, damon’s precious daughter. Anastasia’s lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. A thought as dark as it was tempting slithered into her mind.