Ashley Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

Ashley sat in the garden with a book healed in her hand while she stared into space. She just finish reading a popular novel by one of her favorite writers. ( his substituted bride). Her mind drifted to the incident that happened a while ago and an unknown feeling of guilt flushed through her. She needs someone to talk to, who is Rex to Kai? Are they friends? Those questions kept playing in her head. A familiar Cologne griped her nostril but she did well by ignoring and acting like she didn't know Rex was standing next to her.

She tried not to look at Jacob when he was still in junior high school and thought a human like him would end up with Alexa, who chased him relentlessly, but after she learned that he's an Alpha and loves him deeply, then… What means would Ashley not resort to? "Well, if I want the easy part, I must also accept the hard part. The only thing I can do is find a way to get Jacob back. I have to drive away that gay doctor too because he's a threat, and maybe the bitch's mom too," Ashley mutters, wincing as her thighs suddenly tremble. A trail of orgasm flows down her thighs, and she scowls because she has to wipe it again. "Fuck my situation…" she thinks, rising unsteadily and about to grab lube

A day where nothing shatters beneath me. I reach for my phone. Just to check the time. And there it is. One unread message. No name. Just an image. Something about it makes my stomach twist before I even open it. When I do, my breath leaves me in a single, violent gasp. It is Jackson. And Rosaline. Not in a boardroom. Not in a meeting. Not even pretending. His hand is on her thigh. Her lips brush dangerously close to his ear. And the look on their faces is intimate, and familiar like a knife to the gut.

*Ashley’s POV* My heart pounded in my chest as I stood in the dimly lit forest, my eyes fixed on the gathering ahead. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Matt, my boyfriend and the alpha of our werewolf pack, was standing side by side with a group of vampires. It was a secret alliance that I had stumbled upon accidentally, and now I had to navigate the treacherous waters of our complex relationship. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, my footsteps muffled by the fallen leaves beneath me. I kept my distance, not wanting to draw attention to myself. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an eerie glow on the scene before me.

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

When I died, there was a woman reeking of talcum powder straddling me. She was my third client that night—and my last. She told me her favorite sound was the crisp snap of breaking bones—more beautiful than any music. My right hand had just been twisted at a grotesque angle, accompanied by her satisfied sigh, until it broke clean through. The pain hit like a white-hot brand, searing through my nerves—then receded just as fast, like a tide pulling back. All that was left was a numb, bone-deep cold. I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body.

With a grunt, he thrust forward, feeling the heat of his cock slide easily inside her. She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as he began to move, his hips slapping against her ass. He pushed deep, feeling his cock brush against her prostate with each thrust. Ashley moaned loudly, her body tensing with pleasure. She leaned forward, offering him her breasts, which he took in his hands, sucking and nipping at the hard peaks.

Always found an excuse, always chosen Paris, always kept her distance from the house like it carried something she couldn’t stand. “Why?” I asked, my voice lower now. “C’mon, Kay.” I could hear the smile in her tone. “Don’t you miss your baby sister?” She dragged her voice into that exaggerated, childish whine she always used when she wanted something from me, and despite myself, a faint smile tugged at my mouth. Then a knock came at the door and the handle turned before I could even answer. Ashley stepped in. Everything in me went still. She had on a silk robe, loose enough to trace the shape of her body without fully hiding it. It slid over her frame in a way that made my throat go dry alm

CHAPTER 36. CONTRACEPTIVE. ~ASHLEY'S POINT OF VIEW~ My heart skips a beat. “Uhm… no. I don't think I need anything right now,” I stutter. She leans closer. “Ash.” I look at her. “I’m not blind,” she says quietly. “I’ve been watching you. I can read your body movements, c'mon If there's a thing you want, just say it and I'll give it to you.” My grip tightens on the file. I look up at her, smiling. “I said I’m fine.”

he asked boldly, his voice steady. Graves and Rex exchanged a surprised glance before fixing their eyes back on him. “I can see your tongue is very sharp,” Graves said as he stepped closer, his gaze locking on Asher’s. “But I’m not here to teach you a lesson. I’m here to give you a serious warning.” Asher’s eyes narrowed, his attention fixed on Graves’s mouth as he waited for the rest. Just then, Graves’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at Rex, who raised a questioning brow.