Ash X Bea Novels & Stories

“You did?” Beau crossed his legs, draping an arm over the back of the couch. “And I am damn good at it.” His playful tone dropped into something serious. “I’ll help you figure out who’s behind this, Ashleigh. We’re going to nail that culprit to the wall.” A knot loosened in her chest and she felt lighter for the first time this evening. “Then let’s begin.” Adrian’s voice cut through the moment like steel. Beau got to work. He fired off questions, pushing Ashleigh to recall every detail of the scent. He mixed samples, had her sniff one after another. Time slipped by.

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Saying this, a devilish look started appearing on Asher's face. Mistaking Asher for Xavier, Bella grabbed his shirt, rubbed her neck on his chest, "Hubby, I can't bear it anymore, I feel as if someone has spread burning embers on my body." Have you put it, please Xavier do something"

“Be good. I’ll be right back.” XXX

"Master Shiloh, it is an honor. I am Christina Stevens, current CEO of Stevens Corporation." Shiloh acknowledged her with a slight nod. Her tone carried a hint of admiration. "I am aware of you, Ms. Stevens. You took control of your family's corporation at a young age—you are quite the remarkable woman in Jayrodale. "Aspen, as a daughter of the Stevens family in Bridgefields, is also an outstanding talent. You two are equally impressive." Hearing those words, Christina and Aspen exchanged a thrilled glance. It was subtle, but the difference in reaction was clear.

A far more terrifying beam rapidly took shape as its killing intent surged to the pinnacle of the semi-divine realm. Its terrifying aura was like an ancient beast driven into a frenzy. The beam locked onto Ashton's heart once again, aiming to kill him in a single strike. "Fine. I'll keep playing with you a little longer. This is a good chance to test my Absolute Dragon Field," Ashton said with a sneer. He made no attempt to stop the Godslayer Beam from forming. If anything, there was a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. "Go to hell!" Xena roared as she drove the Godslayer Formation's strongest beam straight at Ashton.

She kissed my chest. "I love you and I know that you love me too. That's the only reason why we both haven't killed each other. But we have destroyed each other beyond repair... We are not the people we met and fell in love... I am not angry at you but I also can't forget whatever you have done to me... We are damaged and we can't fix it. The fire between us has turned into ashes now..." "Don't say that..." I am ready to take any punishment to fix it.

Eve stood firm in the charred ruins of the east wing, her heart hammering against her ribs as the mysterious figure remained half-hidden in the shadows. The acrid smell of old smoke clung heavily to the air, mixing with the damp night breeze that whispered through broken glass panels and collapsed beams. She kept her posture straight and Sophia-like, wiping any flicker of fear from her face with practiced skill. Alex could never know about this meeting, or any of the dangers circling them like wolves in the dark. The memory of his warm embrace from earlier that evening, his trusting golden eyes as they talked on the couch, fueled her determination to hold everything together.

But after a few seconds, he shakily put it on speaker. "Hello, Miss Seraphina. We are calling to follow up on the Twilight Ash service you inquired about. Do you still require it? Miss Seraphina? Miss Seraphina?" Hearing the words "Twilight Ash service," Damien's breath caught in his throat. "So I heard her correctly that day." "The day Seraphina went to request the dissolution, she was already arranging her own funeral." Damien's voice trembled so much it was almost incoherent.

Why does she remind me of someone? I want to smack that entertained look off her face. “Well,” she says lightly. “You got up here faster than I expected.” I narrow my eyes. “Who are you?” She straightens, brushing invisible dust from her sleeve as if we’re not surrounded by growling rogues impatiently climbing the walls below us like Zombies. “My name is Becca Iver.” Iver? That’s why she looked familiar. “Are you related to Asher?” “He’s my brother, his best friend is my mate, Fredrick?” She says the name hoping I know him too.