Ash Darling Novels & Stories

I accidentally come across a post made by my mom's smurf account on the Internet. "Is it too cheap for me to prepare just a set of gold bars as a coming-of-age gift for my daughter?" My heart skips a beat. My parents are known for being extremely stingy. To think that they are willing to spend this much on me! I'm worried that my parents might overwork themselves just to prepare such a lucrative gift, so I take a screenshot and save the link to a three-year vacation tour that's priced at 999 dollars. Then, I decide to respond to the post as an anonymous user. "Your daughter will feel very happy as long as she receives her parents' love. No materialistic gift can ever outshine that." Five minutes later, Mom responds to me, "Thank you for your suggestion, but I've already taken my darling on a graduation trip in Enora last week. She had so much fun there."

I was sold to a monster, who loved slim thin girls.My chubby body automatically made me the prey. Elena Sterling is a brilliant botanist but to the Silverton Empire, she is just collateral. She is forced into a brutal marriage contract with Julian Silverton, a Billionaire who doesn’t want her heart and treats her like a piece of trash lying waste and occupying space. When her fathers and Julian’s grandfather's work is reduced to ash, Julian grew unexplainable love for her not because she lost weight but because she holds the cure to the dark secret the Silvertons empire had ever held. How long does this love last? How long will this secret be kept covered? Would Elena find out? And would she stay after finding out?

Years later, after the death of his beloved mate Lilia, alpha Ashton (Ash to friends and family) was consumed with so much hatred that he went on a spread killing anything and anyone on his path, especially rogues since they were the ones that caused such pain to him. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, quiet, naive, beautiful Hermoine was doing everything in her power to finish college so she could go and become the most successful designer , only for that dream to be cut short when one afternoon she was kidnaped by some strangers believing that she was a witch. That's when she was introduced to a world that she didn't know existed. Can these two come together to bring justice to the people that wronged them while they are fighting to complete the mate bond before a power-hungry alpha with some witches kills them?

Rori Lovell is a young woman accustomed to the sheltered life of privilege and private schools. On a night when Rori wants nothing more than to forget the world she lives in, her best friend Kristi accidentally introduces her to a whole new world filled with fantastic beings that should only live in story books. Even though the place Rori is thrust into is entirely new for her an old evil haunts her in these new surroundings, apparently Rori’s step father has been up to no good and it seems some very powerful people want to hold her responsible, Rori’s saving grace may just come in the form of a powerful shifter. What happens when a dragon takes the fragile gem that is Rori? Will he be able to treasurer her like the jewel she is,or will it all burn to ash?

Bound by desire. Cursed by blood. Evelyn Cross was never meant to be a bride— only a pawn in her family’s alliance with the powerful Valehart clan. On the night before the wedding, the heir of the wolves, Lucien Valehart, was drugged. She was pushed into his room as the sacrifice. Under the silver moon, his instincts took control. He marked her. Bound her. And from that moment, neither of them could escape the pull of the mark— a bond of desire that chained their bodies, but not their hearts. To Lucien, she was a mistake he could never forgive. To Evelyn, he was the curse she could never forget. But when betrayal burns their world to ash, Evelyn wakes in another life— reborn before the night of the mark. This time, she won’t be the prey. She’ll own the wolf who tried to claim her.

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

You think that iron gate was the warning? Baby, that was just the foreplay. Fire and Fang only gets hotter, dirtier, and far more dangerous from here. Lily isn’t just wandering into a dark estate—she’s about to be devoured. Link is all muscle, ink, and a mouth that promises ruin. And when he takes her? It’s not sweet—it’s filthy, rough, and fucking addictive. But she won’t just be his. Salma’s hands? Her mouth? They’ll show Lily just how good it feels to be wanted by more than one. To be touched everywhere—together. This isn’t about falling in love. This is about being worshipped, owned, wrecked. About waking up dripping, breathless, still aching for more. If you’re ready for bodies crashing, teeth sinking, and heat that doesn’t let up—keep turning the pages. Because, darling, the real sin is just getting started.

I was reborn. Reborn on the day my stepsister shattered my leg on the ice, the day my boyfriend carried her out of the blazing hockey rink while leaving me to burn alive in the flames. In front of everyone, I expose my stepsister's arson and tell my boyfriend we're done. But that's not enough. I want back everything I lost. I will have my revenge on both of them. I seek out Preston,the billionaire who was once the darling of the ice hockey world, now confined to a wheelchair. I beg him to help me take my revenge, and he makes only one demand: marry him. But as my vendetta unfolds, I discover Preston isn't as simple as he claims to be. He can stand,yet he pretends to be crippled. What secret is he hiding? Why did he approach me? And can I escape his grasp... or do I even want to?

“I am not your dead wife!” I scream at him, for the hundredth time but like always, he stares blankly. “Of course you are, Farfalla.” he grins widely. “And until you stop pretending I'm not letting you go.” He's crazy. Adrian Moretti is insane, the red flags were so bright since the beginning but would I not know if I was his wife? I jumped into this mess a little too fast, now how do I convince him I'm not his late wife so he finally let me go? . . . . Three years ago, Adrian’s wife Tatiana died in a plane crash so imagine his surprise when he walks into a strip club and he is allocated a woman identical to Tatiana. Convinced she's his wife, Adrian decides to hold Starlia hostage until she accepts her identity. But is Starlia truly Tatiana? Or he is starting to fall for a stranger that looks exactly like his darling wife?

I double over in pain after assisting Adrian Randall with a late-night operation. He immediately carries me to a ward to check on me. However, before he can do that, he receives a call from a patient and hurries off. That night, I miscarry. When I come out of the operating theater, I see his childhood friend's social media update. She's shared a photo of her baby bump. "He hurried to come to my side just because I was lost. You have to treat Adrian well in the future, my darling!" I rub my belly, which throbs with a dull ache. I don't cry and demand an explanation from Adrian as I would have in the past. Instead, I like the post and apply for a position on the Borderless Medical Assistance Program. The day I leave, the high and mighty Dr. Randall looks at me with red-rimmed eyes. He asks, "How can you bear to leave me behind?"