Ash X Bea Novels & Stories

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

He definitely wanted all the glory for himself. "You're so full of shit!" Bea screamed "I can destroy you! I fucking helped you and this is all you have to say to me?" Jax grabbed Bea by the neck. I gasped his shock. He bent his head to the side and smiled evily. "I made you, Bea" he said "I will be the one to destroy you, not the other way around" He flung Bea across the room with a force that sent her crashing into the wall. Instantly, her body went limp and unconscious. Slowly, a pool of blood formed beneath her head. I watched the scene in horror.

"I'm going to take a shower." "Okay," Samantha replied, nodding, but then something seemed to occur to her. She hesitated and glanced at his retreating back, muttering quietly, "Shower... why?" But it seemed that Matt didn't hear her. After his shower, the faint scent of orange lingered on his skin, a subtle freshness that hung in the air. He casually rubbed the droplets from his hair, standing just behind her, watching as she applied her skincare. Through the mirror, Samantha couldn't help but notice his well-defined chest and the eight-pack abs that, in their quiet way, radiated a kind of dangerous allure.

“Just mildly unhygienic!” “How comforting,” I yelled back. We found a corner that looked semi-safe to exist in. I was still scanning the room, half-curious, half-hopeful. My stomach did this stupid flip every time a tall guy with messy hair walked past. And then I saw him. Asher Beckett, in a plain white tee and dark jeans, the picture of casual perfection. His hair was still slightly damp from the post-game shower, he had rings around his fingers and his veins were popping in an extremely sexy manner.

"Slowly is how it works." They paid. They left the shop into the December afternoon, Dana with the remains of her champagne glass etiquette and the look of someone who had been given something to think about. Zara with the garment bag over her arm and the specific satisfaction of a decision made well. Walking back toward the subway, Dana said: "April twenty-sixth." "April twenty-sixth," Zara confirmed. "I'm going to cry the entire time." "I know," Zara said. "I've arranged a sufficient supply of tissues."

Ashley said, throwing her hands up in mock surrender as she applied her trademark red lipstick. Once she was done, she gently set the lipstick back on the dresser before lifting her gaze to the mirror. She looked stunning, with her fair, luminous skin and bright hazel eyes. Her long, light brown hair had perfect curls that waved down her back. She looked nothing like the broken woman she had once been five years ago. The timid girl who once begged for love no longer existed. Now, she had fully become the woman she had always been, Ashley Rosalie Beaumont. The young mistress of the Beaumont family. Only this time she was far more powerful than she had ever been before.

When they met, Becca seemed different than he remembered - more confident, more aggressive. "Alex, it's been so long," she said, giving him a tight hug. "I've missed you so much." Alex smiled nervously, unsure of how to react. "It's good to see you too, Becca." But then, Becca dropped the bombshell. "Listen, Alex," she said, her voice low. "I know that you and Shasha are planning on getting married. But I don't think that's a good idea." Alex was taken aback. "Why not?" he asked, his mind reeling.

Beatrix arranged her clothes and went outside the bathroom giggling and leaving a half-nude Ricardo inside. As soon as she exited the bathroom she bumped into someone but at the last minute, she balanced herself not to face palm on the ground. " Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't…" she cut herself before saying anything as the flirty waitress Ashley glared at her and rubbed her forehead where Beatrix had bumped into her. " Does your apology ease the pain? No, right! Then you can keep it with you." Ashley gritted out the words like they were enemies for a long time. Beatrix's brows raised in confusion as to why she was behaving with her like this.