Ash And Lillie Novels & Stories

[ Tw - contain violence ] "Elysia where are my high heels? Oh my goodness! Is it a crease on my skirt?" Amia shouts while moving around in the room to look for her newly bought high heels. "Check your closet" I reply boringly before applying eyeliner.Our bedroom was a mess making it a hard task for Amia to find her heels.I put the eyeliner back and grabbed the lipstick before applying it on my plump lips.

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

A spritz of floral perfume—delicate notes of jasmine and peony—lingered in the air around them, enveloping them in a fragrant mist that felt like a warm embrace. Isla turned to Priya, absorbing her friend’s radiant presence as if seeing her for the first time. Priya was truly luminous—her almond-shaped eyes, framed by lush lashes, sparkled with mischief and light, while her skin glowed like polished bronze under the soft glow of the room’s sconces. Her smile was enchanting, capable of brightening even the darkest corners, and her glossy hair shimmered like silk, cascading down her shoulders. “You’re stunning,” Isla breathed, her admiration genuine and heartfelt.

Then, the door swung open once more, revealing an agitated Ashley. "Hailey, how could you?" Ashley shrieked, dramatically pulling at her rumpled hair. Ashley Lincoln, a social media sweetheart, was famous for her blog and always made a point of flaunting her achievements in Hailey's face. But this time, Ashley appeared as a hot mess—still beautiful even with her mussed blonde hair, but a mess nonetheless.

The office was mostly quiet so I could hear them laugh in there, doing whatever women do in a ladies room. A short time before six Lilly left the room and left a large bag by her desk. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, way too classy for some deli-boy. I could see the red on her lips from the lipstick she wore. Her long blonde hair, which usually is up in a tight hairdo, was loose and fell in soft waves down her back.

She stood there for a while looking dazed. After sometime, she came back to her senses and remembered Nick's words. She immediately pulled out her phone and went online. She widened her eyes in shock. Oh my!!Nick is such a perfectionist. He had known about treachery from a long time and even prepared a new proposal. It seems that she forgot how meticulous Nick was in his work. Good then our company is now #1 trending with the title "Asher group continues saga". She quickly opened the topic and read through it and said to herself, Wow, Mr.Asher is so awesome and she giggled to herself and patted her cheeks to bring down her excitement. "Ms.Mira, please don't slap too hard, we can't afford to

Layla was dead, and now someone, she's sure isn't Ashley, was playing her. “Ashley is dead, Ashley is dead,” she chanted in her mind when she remembered Layla's words. *It's about your sister, Ashley. She's alive.* "Ashley can never be alive, I watched her drown that night," she reaffirmed internally.

Asher tells his father. Asher notices that his father is alone so he asks, “Where is Mila?” “She ditched me for Leo the second that he and Jace walked through the door.” Adrien says and Asher chuckles. “She does love her great uncle Leo.” Asher finds Leo across the room, talking to the twins. In his arms is a cute little cherub, with brown curly ringlets and big blue eyes. A little girl that looks so much like her beautiful mother that he can not stop staring at her some times, marverling at the miracle of genes.

Henry did not leave immediately, he watched her from behind. “... my name is Ashley but a lot of really special people call me Ash, like my mum sometimes, ma'am Maria Denver, God bless her soul and my best friend Leonard," she said in a small singsong voice. “Maybe someday when you grow up a little you would be a special person to me and you might just call me Ash too" She picked him up from his cot and cradled him. “You’re such a cutie" she cooed. Asher smiled at her showing his growing teeth. “Aww, you are so cute, look who has a set of teeth...”. Asher flailed his hands excitedly, she steadied him and rubbed his back till he let out a loud belch.