Ashley Graves Age Novels & Stories

Half-buried in weeds. I turned, walked back to the car, and popped the trunk. A sledgehammer sat inside. Gift from a renovation company. Ribbon still tied on. Bright. Almost a joke. I grabbed it, walked back, and stopped in front of the headstone. Taking a breath, I tightened my grip around the cold metal. Then I swung. All in. Smashed it down. Crash. The sound ripped through the empty grounds. Bang. Again. And again. Until it was nothing but broken rubble.

“I can’t go clubbing alone, your just 26, why you are acting like you are 45…you better not be rejecting because of Natalie, man I thought that girl was out of your mind.” Bryson glared at him. “Yes, I am 26 and own a multi-million company that I am planning to take to the next level, Natalie is past news and I have gotten over her, but what you’re not going to see is your age of 45 if you don’t get the hell out and let me work…get someone else to go with you.” “Geez, such a buzz-kill…fine I’ll get someone else. You and Andrew can stare at your screens all day.” With that Seth left with Bryson side glancing at him before chuckling.

You know the part where pendants sat like chickens on nests, and I couldn’t help but blush. ‘Was this even real?’ I spun in every direction just to appreciate how great I looked from every angle. I felt a rush of excitement as I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I, twenty-one-year-old Ashley Wells, would be getting married to none other than Alexander Grey, the Alpha of the Shadow Haven Pack.

Graves then lifted his gaze to Rex and gave a slight shake of his head. “You can go in, boy,” Rex said flatly. Asher scoffed. “Are you kidding me? You show up, talk about a serious warning, and then tell me nothing? What is this, are you afraid of me?” His words were sharp, his posture unyielding. He wasn’t scared of them in the slightest. Graves’s expression hardened. “That sharp tongue of yours will land you in real trouble one day, kid. You’ve no idea what I could have done to you tonight. So do yourself a favor, go inside before I lose my patience.” His voice was stern, every word carrying weight.

"Aiya my elders, I haven't seen you for a long time, I am only offering my greetings, seems like I am not welcomed here." "Yes, you are not!" "Oh my goodness, I am so heartbroken!" Ashton said, putting on a dramatic expression. Maya could not take it anymore and pinched him hard on his arm. "Can you get down to business already? I am damn tired!" She mind-linked with him. "But it seems like you have gotten old. After all that time, you haven't found my grandfather’s real killer, he must be disappointed in you!" Ashton said. Kelly who had already returned to his senses, had a bad feeling when he heard Ashton.

I have two daughters, one fifteen, one fourteen. Please, James Thorne. *** Dear James Thorne, We have considered your application. Unfortunately, you have been declined. Sincerest apologies, Alpha of Desire. *** Your Royal Highness, Alpha of Desire, I'm applying again... Sometimes I believe you don't actually pick anyone from my part of town. Maybe the newly appointed Alpha Asher will select me and my daughters. I am still a father, balancing three jobs now, with two daughters, one seventeen, and one eighteen.

The police officer standing in front of us kept repeating his questions, his voice a dull drone in my ears. “So you’re telling me… Archer Graves—the CEO of Graves Enterprises—came here personally? With armed men? To attack you both?” His disbelief was almost comical. Ashley’s voice cracked like a whip, cold and precise. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you, Detective. He stormed my apartment with intent to kill—or at the very least, intimidate. Don’t let his last name or reputation blind you. Archer Graves is dangerous.” The detective shifted uncomfortably. “Still… this is a man who donates millions to charities. This is a man the city idolizes. You realize how this sounds?”

“Thank you, Mother. I’m waiting for the Ashcroft Alpha. His transport was delayed near the coastal borders.” “Rowan Ashcroft?” Richard Graves’ heavy, gravelly voice boomed behind us as the patriarch of the Graves family approached, his eyes dark with lethal intent. “The boy has immense nerve showing his face on our hunting grounds tonight.” “And why is that, Elder Richard?” I asked, turning a freezing gaze upon my former father-in-law.

I wonder if Ava is right, she said people assume they are brothers, but maybe they aren’t? “Are your eyes enjoying their meal?” I look up shocked, shit I spaced out. I laugh slightly. “Was just thinking, that’s all.” I smile at Ashton as his words were clearly meant to tease me. “Thinking? Of what? How hot I am?” Ashton teases and leans forward. “You wish baby face, Grayson maybe.” I wink and laugh. “Joking, I’m trying to figure out how old you all are.” “Well, I’m twenty-five, Emmett is twenty-eight and Grayson is sixty, or so he acts it.” Ashton laughs and Emmett joins in, but Grayson doesn’t look amused.

"I will tell him what I need to, you don't have to do anything, it's not my fault Ava, I have not stopped thinking about him since the day he dropped you off, I don't even mind if end up rejecting me, but I have to tell him how I feel," "Oh, poor Ash, I understand my love." I patted her back and held her arm as we walked out of the studio. Ashley is my closest colleague, she's a gymnastics instructor at our studio, she is one year older than me and has a killer slender body build. Her long raven black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart-shaped face and highlighting her bright, sparkling emerald eyes.