Ashlee Martinez Novels & Stories

"Scarlett." ******

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

“But not active. We are going to need to help her sit.” We eased Lia down onto one of the benches. Maria stayed close, not speaking much, just steady. Her hand found Lia’s and squeezed it once, her eyes meeting hers as she nodded in assurance. “I thought that you were dead,” one of the consorts said, looking at Maria. “Alpha Marcel does not kill the innocent. He just keeps them safe in case others decide to do that instead.” She said, looking at Luna Isobel who looked away from her. I didn’t understand the tension between them, but I knew better than to bother right now. There were other things in hand, and I knew that the faster we took care of them, the better.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.

I feel a tightening in my chest and I take in a big gulp of air and exhale slowly. She's not mine. She's not mine. She's not mine. I chant this over and over. >>>>>>>> Ashanti I rest my head on my door and exhaled, I didn't expect to see him there. I know I'm fucked because I've never felt this guilty of feeling some fucking pleasure. I can't think or deal with this right now, I bury that thought away as I tried to take a shower immediately. I throw my leather jacket on the bed and undress quickly.

Butnothing prepared them for what they found out, in that front page was Alexis name andpicture, she was branded as a criminal for her attempted murder of the biggest celebrity in town, Mrs Linda Lake. Alexis lose her footing, her leg gave way under her, she fell down just like a log of wood, all her training as a martial artist expert does not prepared her for this frustration, all her mental strength could not even withstand the pressure she was under right now, she lost all her cool and she burst to a huge cries.

"Ashly?" "ASHLY?"

Why would Asher have his own concert? I looked back at the conversation. What if? I opened the browser hoping it worked. Opening G****e, I typed Asher's name. I had no idea what his full name must be. So I just clicked on the first option. Asher Martinez. And there he was. Canadian songwriter-singer/ model. I felt my breath stop midway in my lungs. His clear picture showed from one of the photoshoots, I guess. The same brown hair, hazel eyes and that smile. It was the same Asher, unless he has a twin.