Ashley Graves Age Novels & Stories

“I don’t want anything from you. You may be my sperm donor, Mr. VanRyan, but you’ll never be my father.” She turned to leave, and Katy spoke up, her voice thin, almost tremulous. “How old are you?” Ashley whirled around, for a moment her gaze not as angry. “Older than Grace, Mrs. VanRyan. I was born before you married him.” “I see.”

"Wake up Ash, it's 10am already" Anabelle tapped Ashley's leg to wake her up. Ashley stirred and mumbled something Annabelle couldn't make out. "Ashley" She moved closer to her, grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Hmm" Ashley mumbled and her eyes opened slowly. The brightness of the room made her squint her eyes. She yawned loudly, stretched her arms and then rubbed her eyes. "I thought you were dead" Anabelle teased and chuckled.

Something is definitely going on and I intend to find out what it is. Once Domenic and Michael arrived, my son-in-law broke the news. “Ashley is still alive.” I looked at him with wide eyes. I was too shocked to say something. How the hell could she be alive when we buried her four years ago? “What do you mean, Adrian? This isn't funny!” Domenic said it through gritted teeth. “I am not joking. It’s the truth.” Adrian looked over to me and Peter and I could tell he was telling the truth.

Ashley shouted with a smile. "But Mr Handsome you know what, if you didn't help me at the entrance, i might have been raped by not only one guy, i don't even know how many they are." Ashley burst into laughter. " What is your name and how old are you." David also asked her with giggle. " I'm Ashley David Westwood. I am 27 years of age.. And I am also Mr CEO's Triplets Mom. " Ashley replied through her laughter. " Fuck..." David cussed and raised his hand to punch the wall like he did back then.

"With all that surgery, maybe but don’t count on that, sweetheart. Those people are vultures." I couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on my face. If there was one thing I knew about the Riveras, it was that they wouldn’t see me coming. They're always so cluless about anything else but business and money, so stuck up in they're own world, they wouldn't care about a lowlife like me. "Hey, look!" Ashley pointed to a family photo just below the headline. My heart skipped a beat. There, standing next to her grandmother, was Autumn—only seven years old, wearing a sea-blue gown and holding her hand, smiling for the camera.

The bright red lips were a huge shock to Ashley. “What… in the world is happening?” She remembered this time of her life! It was when Scottie was still in kindergarten! He was four years old and she was twenty-four years old. What made her remember this year because this was the time when she decided to toss away her responsibility as a mother and focused herself on chasing her husband.

She stood again and faced Asher, "You're going to hate me for this, but it has to be done." The ghost drew in a breath and held it, then using all her might, she forced her hands into Asher's chest and gave it a squeeze. The Alpha held onto his torso at the unexpected sharp pain which burst through his ribcage. The ghost squeezed harder, and the Alpha could barely manage a squeak, less a whole lungful of air. With the paralyzing pain and lack of oxygen, the Alpha became lightheaded. The ghost sobbed at the pain written on Asher's face, but she had to render him vulnerable so he could listen to reason, and so she squeezed and squeezed until the Alpha lost consciousness.

Ashley must have told him when they arrived here in Xevia. “We’ll find them, Niko. Have some faith” Ivan sighed and looked at me, “Does she know about her son missing?” I shook my head and searched my son’s bag thoroughly, “Ashley is recovering from the war we had. She is sleeping in my room right now. She is vulnerable and weak after what she went through earlier, fighting her darkness. I don’t want her out here worrying sick for losing our son. She needs to rest. I heard her pregnancy with Teddy was a difficult one. I’m hoping it won’t be as bad for this pregnancy”

The news squeezed at her heart, wringing out its life and filling it with grief. How is that out of danger? How is that better than being dead? There was no talking to him. No hearing his voice. Not even the old wrinkled smile filled with the purest of affection for her. “Can't you do anything to help him? How did it get to this stage?” Ashley asked weakly, a crumbling exhaustion embellished her voice.

Ashley nodded and calculated, "I just want to tell you that I have three months left. I'm only twenty. I'm the youngest of twenty years old." Looking at her silly appearance, Jacob could not help laughing. "And then?" "And then, you'll be 27 in four months." Ashley had a wine burp and had a sense of superiority. "You are so old."