Ashley Bohall Novels & Stories

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

:D - Ashe Alberts

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Eloise can be sweet mouthed sometimes but she was right here. "You're right. I should not keep them waiting. Okay, let's go." She led Ashley by the hands and left her at the stairs to walk down alone. Lance was already getting worried in the hall but that worry didn't last for long as he saw his wife descending down the stairs. Ashley walked down the stairs, making everyone turn to her, taking her in with their adoring gaze. She was the center of all attractiom and the whole hall stood at attention, waiting for her command.

A voice shocked everyone. Mr. Allen looked at the voice and saw a girl was looking at him with a smile. It was Ashley. ‘Who is this? Her sudden appearance confused Mr. Allen. She knows him, yet he did not know who she was. “Ashely Easter.” Ashley raised her hand for a handshake; she was always the ambitious one. She runs all over the world and meets countless legends. Mr. Allen was one of them for her. She admired David the most, but aside from him, she truly respects Mr. Allen; how could anyone not,

Final Act: Present Day The gala gleamed with luxury. Chandeliers emit a warm golden glow throughout the room, reflecting off the crystal goblets and shiny marble floors. It was a festivity of victory, not only for Ashlyn Bennett but for a legacy revived. The tables were filled with the elite of the business world. Conversations hummed with curiosity, admiration, and whispers of awe over the events of the International Business Summit. The Ashlyn Bennett Foundation’s launch was the talk of the night, and at the center of it all stood Ashlyn herself, poised but undeniably powerful.

Frustrated, she clenched her bed sheet tightly. “Hallie… How about we just give up? Darren Venzor is behind Areiza. He’s even more terrifying! I’m scared…” Ashley slumped her shoulders in fear, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. “No! We can’t give up! Everyone has Achilles heel. I am sure of it! As long as you’re willing to spend more time on it…” Hallie sat up defiantly from her bed as she spoke. She dug through her bag and took out a bank card, which she then handed to Ashley and said, “Here, your reward for this time. Keep an eye on Areiza, like you have always done.”