Ash And Serena Novels & Stories

I introduced them. Serena’s gaze lingered on Jasper’s outfit, clearly impressed. “Nice to meet you both. And hey, I love the style, honey! You’re a walking art piece.” Jasper beamed, happy to have an audience. “Thank you, darling! I try to make a statement wherever I go.” Ashley smiled politely, looking a bit more reserved. “It’s nice to meet you, Serena.” As we settled into the car, Serena chatted enthusiastically with Jasper about fashion and design. Ashley listened intently, occasionally chiming in with her own thoughts. I sat back, enjoying the lively conversation.

I heard Alys speaking in harsh whispers, but I didn't care. I ignored their words, focusing on the sight. It was true. Just like in the prison, they matched. Serena wore a bright yellow sheath dress while Asher wore what I remembered before, complete black. Even though their dressing contrasted heavily with each other, with their proud hardened gazes and matching looks, they might as well have been two sides of the same coin. They moved in tandem sitting on the highest seat in the hall and facing everyone as they did so. My gaze moved towards Asher, as stone faced and cold even from the distance.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

The shadows answer my rage instantly—rushing up from my skin like swirling black smoke, encircling my arms, my torso, the air around me crackling with a power that feels older than the moon itself. Selene lifts a brow. “Finally.” She strikes first. A beam of golden fire rockets toward me. I throw out my hands instinctively—and the shadows roar, slamming into the blast. The collision detonates in a shockwave that shatters the council’s marble seats into dust. I gasp, stumbling backward, palms burning with dark energy. Selene laughs. “Good. Again.” She hurls another blast. I twist, letting instinct guide me, and shadows sweep forward like a tidal wave. The two forces collide, sending fire and

Serena pushed Brad away in disgust and complained, "Stop it! You're messing up my hair and dress. Do you know Harvey just bought me this designer dress from Fraines? It's expensive!" "You won't even let me touch you anymore?" Brad asked, looking wounded. "That beast Harvey, taking his own stepmother—he'll pay for this someday!" Serena laughed coldly and said, "And what about you? Having an affair with your own brother's second wife—how are you any better?" Brad cried out, "No, I'm nothing like that monster Harvey! He's just using you, but my feelings are genuine. I'd do anything for you!" Serena just sneered with contempt while Brad continued desperately, "If you don't believe me, I'll prove

I had a tendency to leave my opponents teetering on the cusp of life and death, but how else would I show them that killing me was a feat they’d never ever accomplish? The void inside of me swallowed all pain, devoured it, and used it as strength to push back. “Don’t look so worried, Cole. I’ll be alright.” I said dryly. Cole snorted, wiping away the sweat and blood from his forehead with a small towel. “Yeah, it’s you I’m worried about.” He said, “Who are you going up against, anyway?” I shrugged, “No one important.” “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FINAL SHOW OF THE NIGHT. The Scarred Prince, heir to wealthiest pack in the world vs. the Prince of the deep South. Let’s give it up for Hael Ashford

He says. I turn my attention back to the screen. I watch in amazement as someone dumps liquid on him, then tosses a match. The screen turns white from the extreme brightness. However, I continue to stare at the screen as if my life depends on it. I'm able to keep focused on the body on the screen, watching in shock how it never moves, rather only turns into ash. "Does this mean?" I begin, not sure how to ask. "Yes. It's really over, my love." Xavier says, kissing me, then pulling me tight against him.

They remind me of two fighting bulls with locked horns, butting each other. They remain this way, heads bent, eyes unwaveringly locked on each other, until one of them grunts and pulls back. I can't for the life of me know which is the real Ash. They're both wearing black jean pants - I hadn't realized this before - until, the one that moved back throws his head back and laughs maniacally.

"I want you to find out more about Asher… I mean Prince Asher. I need to find out more about him and Ashely. Something is definitely going on between the two." "Prince Asher and Ashley?" I asked in surprise. "Yes," Regan responded. "Alright my Prince, I will work on it." Asher and Ashley… I had my misgivings about Asher but I did not think it had anything to do with Ashley. I thought as I approached Natasha. Here," she said holding out a roasted game to my face. I collected it, held her hand and shifted forward to kiss her full on the lips. She shuddered and rose up on her feet like she was hit by lightning.

Adrian’s Point of View You kept this all these years? My hand remained over hers on the glass jar. Her fingers had tightened around it. So had mine. I stared at the side of her face. “What did you just say?” Serena didn’t say anything. Her gaze remained fixed on the paper plane inside the jar. “Serena.” Slowly, she looked at me. My eyes searched those brown eyes for an answer. But almost immediately, she looked down again. “I just...”