Ash X Cynthia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Don't let your heart deceive you Ashley Belinda Cruz, you are straight very straight. She slowly lowered her face closer to mine and I felt my heart speed up. "You see what I was saying? Your heart is beating a whole fucking lot faster now," she said and stepped down from the bed going back to the couch she was sleeping on. I couldn't say anything, I had lost my voice, I tried to steady my breathing and my heartbeat also but that seemed very hard now. "Good, wolf pup, " she said and covered my limp body with the bed sheets.

She stood there for a while looking dazed. After sometime, she came back to her senses and remembered Nick's words. She immediately pulled out her phone and went online. She widened her eyes in shock. Oh my!!Nick is such a perfectionist. He had known about treachery from a long time and even prepared a new proposal. It seems that she forgot how meticulous Nick was in his work. Good then our company is now #1 trending with the title "Asher group continues saga". She quickly opened the topic and read through it and said to herself, Wow, Mr.Asher is so awesome and she giggled to herself and patted her cheeks to bring down her excitement. "Ms.Mira, please don't slap too hard, we can't afford to

Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job. "Angelo Giansson" "Present." She was reminded of Xavier's unbecoming reaction earlier. 'Lemon, what does that mean? Did Khai's scent stick to me?' "Edward Kjiellberg" "Present." She sniffs the hems of her sweatshirt, 'Holy crap, it did.' "Ashleigh Marie Nordin" "Present." Great, now she has to make sure Khai and Xavier never cross paths. Not that she had any plans of introducing them to each other in the first place, but still.

This was someone else. Ashly could see it now. Yanyan never loved her. She was so happy to find someone who was interested in her, she didn't care what anyone said or how badly she was being treated. Yanyan was abusive, and Ashly still couldn't find the courage to leave him. She knew it was wrong. That a relationship was based on trust and love, and that one should never hurt the other. If Ashly hadn't known it was wrong, she would've told Prea by now. But she didn't, because she knew she would stop the relationship. Ashly loved Yanyan. She fell in love with the boy he met at the Subway. But that Yanyan was long gone, and it took him all this time to figure it out.

She looked at me, lips moving, but no words came out. "Why did you ask to see me?" I broke the silence, my voice icy. She lowered her head, fingers tracing the tabletop. After a long pause, she said, "I had a dream… In it, we went back to the night of the eruption. You dragged me to Grandpa and forced him to leave. Everyone survived, including Adam." "And then?" I smiled faintly before continuing in a calm but sharp tone, "I've had that dream too. In mine, Adam still found out he was terminally ill.

Its beautiful but the flowers stamped everywhere are a tad taky for my taste. The sound of fingers snapping jerks my attention from the details of the room"go fetch my breakfast girl" regina mumbles not bothing to look at me or unlock her painted lips from filex.They are out right going at it right in front of me. The rage boiling inside of me had me biting me tounge to keep my mouth shut. servant or not its down right disrespectful servant or not such things are meant behind closed doors.Such boldness is frowned apon expecially for a high lady. Rushing to the door i Leave with a short" yes ma'ma. I have no disire to watch miss high and mighty throw herself at filex."Gross" i think to mysel

Xander asked with a dark laugh. “Let’s just say, I never trust a man who wears a mask. Especially not one who married the woman I despise the most.” There was a long pause. Xander swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand, his mind racing. “She’s pregnant,” he said quietly. Audrey smirked on the other end. “Even better. That just means she has more to lose.” “You’re insane,” Xander muttered. “No. I’m just someone who doesn’t like losing. And watching June fall from her little fairytale cloud will be the greatest show I’ve ever seen.”

I hate more that part of me understands why they do. Understanding is not forgiveness. It is only harder than hatred. Branches scrape my sleeves. Mud sucks at my boots. My body aches in layers, palm, ribs, back, hips, the deep center of me where magic and motherhood keep arguing over the same blood. Ashen shifts once. I stop for half a breath. Kael turns. “I’m fine,” I say before he can ask. His eyes drop to my stomach. “I said I’m fine.” “I heard you.”

Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh. The pain cut straight through to my soul. I screamed without thinking, trying to scare them off. "Get back! Don't touch me! Get away!" But no one could hear me. My hands passed through their bodies every time I tried to shove them. All I could do was watch as those animals turned my flesh into a feast—tearing, gnawing, reducing me to something unrecognizable. I remembered my father, after hearing of Matthew's death, pointing a finger at my face—every word a poison-tipped dagger. "Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!"

Julian murmured into her hair, his cedar scent wrapping around her like a shield, "every target in the country will be painted on our backs. There's no turning back after this." Maya tilted her head up, her dark eyes locking onto his without an ounce of fear. She reached down, her fingers intertwining firmly with his. "I don't want to turn back," she whispered, a fierce, beautiful smile touching her lips. "Let them look for us. We'll be waiting."