Ashley Jade Books Novels & Stories

Messy script depicted each memory I ever had with Tyler, all leading up to our encounter in the woods. I tucked the book back on the shelf, and moved onto the next one. I had no idea how long it took me, as time seemed to be still in my mind. Book after book, memory after memory. Leather bound books, hard cover books, short books, withered books. Each were as different and unique as the memories being placed within them. I finished with my memories of Alpha Asher, every last one of them. His book was larger than the others, the cover a startling shade of black, flecks of silver embedded into the cover.

An unspoken tension buzzed beneath the surface. Olivia stood near the edge of the clearing, arms crossed, as she watched Cade play with other kids. Her jaw clenched tight, and her eyes narrowed in Asher’s direction as he talked with other wolves. She wasn’t in the mood to party. Not after what Asher had confessed. His whole family was a web of secrets. Her fingers absently brushed against the bite mark on her neck. It felt heavier now, knowing everything that came with it.

Bianca, Mr and Mrs Kingsley daughter said and hissed. “No, it’s not why I am here , I mean yes, I didn’t get the job, I came here cause I saw someone ” Jasmine said quickly. Her eyes widened. Mrs Kingsley raised a brow. “Who?” Jasmine hesitated. “Selena ” Everything went silent. Mrs Kingsley stood slowly. “What did you just say?” “I saw Selena,” Jasmine repeated, her voice low. “She’s alive, She was walking down the hallway in Damon Williams’ mansion, She looked healthy ”

But then, why were all her belongings still here? She stepped toward the shelves and ran an index finger horizontally across the spine of each book, noting the authors. Stephen King. Paul Tremblay. Lauren Beukes. All horror, violence, and morbid. Certainly not what Jade preferred to read. The magazines held a different texture, they were smooth but thinner, and her fingertip snagged every crevice. She plucked a random one out and examined the cover. Vogue. Flipping through the magazine, she noted several of the corners were folded as a bookmark. She glanced over the articles on those pages: Interviews with influential people, food and drink reviews, and beauty products.

“Ashely what are you doing?” Ava said as she came to Ashely who was in the pack library going through books. Ashley looked busy and worried and tensed, as she picked up books after books. Ashley didn’t even hear her mother she was that busy and in the end Ava had to go to her and grab her hand and said, “what are you going Ashley? Ashley looked at her and sighed, “I am looking for the moonstone mother.” Ava looked at her and Ashley sighed as she kept the book down on the table and said, “I want it.”

“Then maybe we aren’t like him after all.” A Shadow Awakens In a dark alley in Johannesburg, a woman stood over three unconscious men. Jade. Six feet tall, scarred, with eyes like obsidian and fists like steel. She wiped the blood from her knuckles and dialed a secure number. “Roland’s dead,” she said. “But the others are active. Should I engage?” A voice crackled on the other end. “Find the girl. Grace Ashford. Kill her first.” Jade smiled coldly. “It will be my pleasure.”

“I’ve never felt that way. Seen. It’s like for the first time, someone finally sees me. Just me. Not me, who was my parents' second daughter that they didn’t want. Or me, who had to fill in the role of Luna and provide an heir. Or me, who was Arya’s little sister but 'ME'. It feels weird to finally have someone who sees me as 'ME'. As Jade, the little girl who just wanted to be seen, to feel special to someone even if it was one person.” “You are special to me,” I tell her, and she nods. “Even before I knew your name, you’ve been special to me. And now that I know your name, you are more than special to me. I see you, Jade, and there is no way I cannot not see you. It’s impossible. I could b

Chapter 13 After hours of crying her eyes out, she picked herself up tiredly. With the little strength left in Ashley, she dragged herself to sit on her bed, but something caught her attention. It was a beautiful box lying on the nightstand. "What's that?" She mumbled then sniffled and wiped her tears away. She hesitantly reached for the small box, but her jaw dropped to the ground when she opened it and saw her two beautiful jade bangles lying inside and shining brightly.

with that he disconnected the call. Ashley stood frozen to the spot. Warm tears rolled down her cheek. Folllow me on Inst to find out more about my books. Bluee_Dreams64

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.