Ashley Bohall Novels & Stories

"QUIET!' his harsh voice Booms through the ball room. Silence follows seconds later. The quiet is so quick and eerie i can feel sweat starting to bead on my forhead. The sound of the large wallnut doors being opened with the 'click 'click 'click of a womans heals following suit pulls my attention from the men infront of us. She tall and fit with a red gown embroidered with gold flowers. Her breast spilling slightly over the top of her corset. Her blonde hair is Braided tight atop her head, sparkling rubys line her thin neck. Shes beautiful every step with the grace of royalty as she walks toward us." how can she breath in that thing" i think to myself. With a tight and cold smile she claps h

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

"Alisha, I don't have time to argue. I need you to step aside and let me pass. Blair's life is at stake, and I won't allow any more harm to come to her. Move, or I will move you myself." Alisha hesitated, recognizing the determination in Ashier's eyes and the weight of his words. Reluctantly, she took a step back, allowing a narrow passage for Ashier to pass through. With a swift motion, he hurriedly moved past her, cradling Blair's unconscious form protectively in his arms.

consistently. “Kind of,” she replied, offering a small shrug. “It’s hard not to be, out here.” He chuckled softly, stepping closer but still maintaining a respectable distance. “I figured. It’s quiet, and you don’t have many around your age to talk to.” “I’ve noticed,” she replied dryly, though not unkindly. “I’m Karl,” he said, nodding slightly. “Serena,” she said, even though he already knew. Her name was no secret here. But saying it aloud felt a little like reclaiming something.

I asked him, noticing his hesitation as his eyes darted between Sharma and me. "You mean that psychopath of a butler? The bald-headed assassin?" Sharma's words took me by surprise, and her apparent anger was hard to ignore. "Yeah, your butler wasn't who you thought he was. He attacked me last night and tried to kill me. Can you believe that?" She chuckled, leaving me baffled as I turned to Ryan, expecting an explanation. "She is right, Alpha Hawthorne," Ryan confirmed, echoing Sharma's allegations. Despite the evidence presented, I found it difficult to believe what I was hearing.

The lack of response made her heart drop as she backed out. "Miss Alston!" Hearing the call, she quickly turned and ran back down from where she came from. The Mother Superior was waiting below the stairs, out of breathe, but Lily Alston's mind was nowhere else other than what she was looking for. She ran back down and past the elderly then stumbled outside biting her lip. "Miss Alston, please calm down!" She frantically looked around, but her face only grew increasingly pale. She saw buildings after buildings, swingsets after swingsets, statues after statues, trees after trees—all of which were now what she was looking for.

Right now, she needed to focus on her and Ray. She wanted to look nice for Ray, so she went into her closet and picked out one of her favorite dresses. It was a backless halter dress in the color emerald green that came to just below her knees. She picked out a pair of black strapless sandals. She didn’t need any fancy footwear. The ceremony would be held at the pack field and she wouldn’t actually need shoes. She wouldn’t need clothes either, but she had no intention of showing up in front of Ray’s pack naked. She’d keep her clothes on in public until absolutely necessary, thank you very much.

"Cut out the unnecessary facts and tell me what I need to know. So she's a Hall, then what?" Hank suddenly gets a mysterious smile on his face. "While dusting the room for fingerprints and footprints, we found a shoe print of a size 12 male where the assaulter supposedly stood so it must be his shoe size. I looked through the Halls for some reason and came across an interesting fact. A man named Ashton Wright also happens to have the same exact shoe size." Mike puts his leg on the ground and cocks his head. "Ashton Wright... Veronica Hall, what do they have in common?"

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