Ashley Jade Books Novels & Stories

She has absolutely no problem spending her allowance to help others, too. “Your shirt,” replied her brother, Asher, with a sigh while rolling his eyes. Asher has blonde hair with green eyes and is his dad’s mini-me. He is going to be over six feet tall when he is done growing. He was wearing a simple pair of black basketball shorts and a green Minecraft shirt. He is the easiest to shop for on birthdays and holidays. Basketball, football, and Minecraft stuff. That’s all he wants. Like I said, easiest 14-year-old to shop for. Ever.

“We are going to be late for school again.” I rubbed the tears from my eyes and forced myself out of our living room couch . My head throbbed. I had no idea how I was supposed to get through the day on almost no sleep, but mothers do not get the luxury of falling apart. Not when two little girls depended on me. By the time I reached the kitchen, both Primrose and Jane were dressed, their small faces glowing with excitement. Their uniforms were slightly rumpled, but their smiles… those were perfect. “Mom, is it true you work for Amara Holt now?” Jane asked, bouncing in her seat as she swung her legs under the chair even though she already knew that I work with Amara Holt . She has just been i

My hands won't stop trembling. Lena looked up from the brittle pages spread across the rickety wooden table. Her fingers moved with careful precision, treating each text like it might dissolve at her touch. "These records suggest that's normal. The Phoenix Essence wants to be remembered." The chamber itself was barely larger than a storage closet, buried deep beneath the main library halls where we'd been hiding for the past three days. The air tasted stale and ancient, mixed with the faint metallic tang that seemed to emanate from the scattered artifacts pulsing with strange energy. Brass figurines, crystal shards, and what looked like petrified feathers glowed with a dull, intermittent lig

# Chapter 13: Twisted Truth Eve sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers still trembling from the fake panic attack she'd used to cover Marcus's latest threat. Alex held her close, his strong arms a shield against the world, while Lila prepared tea in the kitchen. The envelope from the mysterious figure burned in her hidden drawer, calling to her like a live wire. Everything felt like it was spiraling faster than she could control.

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.