Ash Costello Nude Novels & Stories

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.

I let out a bitter laugh and pushed myself up, swaying a little as I grabbed another unopened bourbon bottle from the table. She ignored my sarcasm. Without a word, she slapped a stack of printed photos against my chest. They scattered across the stained carpet. My gaze dropped, bored and unfocused—until the images registered. Ashley. The photos were screenshots from some viral fire‑scene video online. She stood in the middle of the scorched ruins, wearing a linen dress soaked through with water and sweat. The fabric clung to her body… and her stomach. Her belly curved outward in a way no one could possibly miss.

Her keen gaze absorbed every detail of the chaotic scene, her calm intensity radiating like a steady lighthouse amidst the storm. Next to her was Rhea, strikingly beautiful with bleach-blonde hair that shimmered in the light like sunlight dancing on water. She leaned against the doorframe with an effortless confidence, her smirk radiating bold charm. Rhea often envisioned herself by the Alpha's side; while Kael had never cast her a second glance, Tomas had—more than once, causing an electric tension that hung in the air. “She’s a menace,” Rhea said, gesturing towards Miso with a hint of playful disdain in her tone. “But I admire her taste. I wouldn’t go quietly either, you know.”

Derek asked further. “That is exactly what I am looking for, Derek!” Aimee said desperately. “Everyone that knows Ashley Grander knows that she is a wild and reckless woman with no leash on, but what has she done in her recklessness that is a turn off?” Aimee asked in explanation. “Oh,” Derek exclaimed slowly. “I didn’t think of it that way, but you are damn right,” Derek said. “So what have you got? What did Ashley do in the nude club two nights before her wedding to Christopher?” Aimee asked carefully and desperately at the same time.

His lips parted for breath. Each had its own caption. Asher is so hot! It should be a crime to be both so talented and so good-looking. Look at those muscles!!! Under that caption was a candid photo from the weight room. Asher stood next to the treadmill with a towel draped over one shoulder. Joggers hung low on his hips. He was missing a shirt. He glared into the camera like he knew the picture was being taken and resented it. The bare expanse of pale skin ridged with muscles, the curve of where his hip disappeared beneath his joggers, the ice cold focus of his unblinking eyes…

"Your lack of focus is disturbing. I'm not going swimming with you-" Before I could even finish my sentence, Asher stepped right out of his pants in an impressively bold maneuver, leaving himself in only his underwear and he turns and dives straight into the pool. The splash hit's my pants and shoes, making me growl. I'm not used to Asher acting like this in front of me, and now that I have what I've been asking for, I don't want it anymore. He emerges in a spray of water, shaking his head rapidly, hitting me with more water I stumble back to attempt to avoid. The smile on his face is beautifully unfamiliar.

Somehow he found himself dreading whatever brought his uncle to him. Nolan smirked as he brought his phone out and sent some pictures to Asher. Asher's phone beeped and he saw a notification from his uncle. He looked at his uncle before clicking on the message. His eyes flared up immediately he saw the pictures of Joan unconscious tied to a chair. "What sort of dirty trick is this?!" Asher exclaimed slamming his hand on the table, sending several items flying. Asher's body trembled as he let his anger consume him.

No, I was in total shock and I wished the ground would open at that moment so I could hide my shameful self under the ground. I saw every picture Asher took of me and us since the very first time, every one, including the last fuck fest weekend, which even included a flash drive as the entire house and shed were being filmed. He didn't make a copy for himself; he gave that copy to David. Pictures of me on my knees sucking Asher's thick cock, him pounding my pussy from behind and his cum dripping down my thighs. And that weekend, where I was tied up and gangbanged by him and others, with a shaky hand, I flipped through it and what I saw was more shameful than before… it showed how every hole

Lowena commented, her eyes gesturing to Asher's groin. Asher slapped Lowena on the ass, causing her to yelp. "I didn't need them earlier." Lowena's cheek blushed even brighter than before, unable to hide her excitement from his comments. Once dressed, Asher turned around, everyone wide-eyed, mouths gaped in shock and awe at the sight of him. The nymphs, all giggling and clamoring at his handsomeness, annoyed Kage and Caspian, while Eli, Keiran, and the rest of the crowd stood in silence.

A faint smile curved her lips, but there was nothing warm in it. Ashleigh Dana sat beside Voss, her hair shifting in soft ripples of color I couldn’t read yet, pale gold at the roots, bleeding into streaks of copper and violet. Her attention was fixed on me, a quiet alertness beneath her otherwise casual posture. Of all of them, she felt the least threatening, though I knew she could be the most unpredictable.