Ashley Gabriel Mga Nobela at Kwento

She sat on the stone bench, their queen, their fire, their chaos—and still just a woman whose hands trembled with the weight of everything. Gabriel leaned against the tree, shirt undone, eyes sharp in the dark. His grin was lazy, but his body hummed like a storm waiting to break. Alessio stood beside her, gloves off now, his bare fingers tracing the back of her hand with a gentleness that didn’t match the violence he carried in his bones. “You held them like they were nothing,” Gabriel said, voice low, a dark rumble that curled down her spine. “Made them kneel with one look. You have no idea how much that turns me on, sweetheart.”

Caleb said, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirked, knowing that he, most likely, got the effect that he was looking for. “I will, only now is not the time to be discussing this.” I said, making him raise an eyebrow. “What’s on your mind, Alpha?” He asked, looking more intrigued now. “Lysandra.” I said, and his eyes darkened. “I want her brought back. And it is going to be done whether or not she liked i

I said. "... you have had your ten, but then the Alpha gets you pregnant again? Abortion, Adoption or keep?" he finished. "Do you ever think the Alpha's brothers are hot?" Mason inquired "Or his sisters. Jesus Christ. Elena and Bella are the mateless ones, right?" Mason said. "There's sweet little Lisa too, but she's only sixteen." "Sixteen is old enough for me," Max said, a disturbing smile creeping onto his face. "You guys are sick," I spat only satisfying them even more.

Elijah's P.O.V "Your coffee" I turn in my chair to look at Camila. Her low voice gets me every time, I don't know he her voice is so calm all the time and barely audible. She stood by my desk, dressed in an oversized grey dress shirt, with only a few buttons open, revealing her cresent moon necklace, a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and by the height she's standing, I'm guessing ankle boots. Her hair was cascading down her shoulders in amazing curls as she displayed her beautiful taunting smile.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

He waved his hand, the *ssistant bowing respectfully before taking his leave. Gabriel eager to get answers, began reading the paper. However, with each line he completed, his face became more gloomy. One line in particular completely destroyed his mood. Name: Ashely. Age: Three years old. Ashely, the boy he had ran Into, was three years old, not four? Gabriel’s grip on in the paper tightened as he thought; He had divorced Leonica five years ago, and it was then she had conceived his child, so by now, his child was meant to be five, at least four.

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.

Olivia looked confused, then realised he was talking about Asher. His lips curled into a smile at her bemused face. "I am Alpha Abel, Asher’s uncle.”

The statement made me blush and I tried discreetly to look back at Asher. I was met with the glaring eyes of Asher who stared angry at Niall and I. Noticing my stares, Shelly touched Asher's arm and seductively traced his hands. Seeing her do this while smirking at me made my blood boil and I wanted nothing more than to rip her hair out. Asher didn't remove her hands which made me more furious. Gosh jealousy doesn't feel good.

I blush, the thoughts, and actions of last night did this to me. "April?" Asher rounded the corner, then Paused. "Who are you?" He asked... I stared at Asher's toned abs; I could honestly jump him right now if his cousin wasn't here..."Gabriel, your cousin." She smiled and held her hand out for Asher to shake.