Novel & Cerita Ashley Mott

Natasha send another message "It's okay, let's rock the party together." Ashley replied quickly. "Really, I will see you there." Natasha replied with a love emoji. "Alright, I have to go. Alot on my table." Ashley typed and dive her attention back to the document on her table ...... Ashley was wearing a shift dress, it has a simple, boxy shape, it is short and sleeveless that hangs from her shoulder. It fits perfectly her lean, column- esque body shape as they appear straight. She style the dress with a mid - length duster jacket and a pair of Sling back heels.

I hate Ashley now. "Hello beautiful." I turned to the guy beside me coldly and looked at him like he's the most disgusting thing in the world. "Well.. what a bitch." He left and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly the other guy moved beside me. "Not interested in the party?" The guy asked and I turned to him. "No.. not my thing." "Austin Portwalt." He took out his hand and put it in front of me. "Violet Ashlock." I shook his hand.

the low baritone voice shouts out, “I started with absolutely nothing, but a pair of jeans, a shirt and hiking boots.” We both spin around in our seat as Maddon walks out of the restaurant with a small woman under his arm, her hair is black and curly, she’s short and, full figured as I like to call it and my mouth hangs open. He stops dead and looks over her head at us and smiles, “now way,” he yells out and my eyes widen as he turns towards us and walks over. He almost stumbles on his words, “Al…, Liam, Ashley is that you?”

She had forgotten about Sly's call till Christiana came. "Monica, there is someone here to see you. She said Sylvester sent her here," the woman said through smiles. Monica grudgingly left her half-finished pizza and followed Christiana to the living room. A tall slim figure with blonde bangs hair approached Monica with her arms stretched for a handshake. Her smile was calming, yet Monica was perplexed. Before she opened her mouth to speak, the woman introduced herself. "My name is Alisha. Manager of Modern fashions boutique. You must be Monica Norman," Alisa enquired, the surname Norman sounded strange in Monica's ears.

“Why didn’t you win him with your charm, Walters? I’ve seen you lure those militants back in Iraq, Russia, and Warsaw, and it didn’t take you that much effort. Did you make Montgomery angry with your attitude?” “He’s threatened by a mere slip of a woman, that’s what,” she spat back. She looked to her right and frown when she saw a light grey Land Rover, parked in front of the diner. She traveled her eyes towards the dining area and frowned. “I’ll call you back, Damon.” She abruptly ended the call, stuffing her phone in her blazer pocket and went inside the diner. Ashley is entertaining an elder gentleman, in a mearly empty diner, at one table when she managed to look up and saw Alex. Her fac

Keithera got to Ashley’s house and Ashley wasted no time as she unlocked the door and dragged her to the room, wanting to spill everything. Ashley was pacing around the room wondering how to tell her friend all that happened at the pack house. “Keithera I don't want this to happen, I’m scared, I don't want to be rejected again” Ashley quivered as worry washed all over her face. Keithera sat at the edge of the bed as she examined the worried look on her friend’s face. “Calm down Ash, take a deep breath, and tell me what happened, what’s going on?” “I fear the moon goddess has redirected my fate, she has blessed me with another mate” Ashley began as she stared out her window in bewilderment at

A voice shocked everyone. Mr. Allen looked at the voice and saw a girl was looking at him with a smile. It was Ashley. ‘Who is this? Her sudden appearance confused Mr. Allen. She knows him, yet he did not know who she was. “Ashely Easter.” Ashley raised her hand for a handshake; she was always the ambitious one. She runs all over the world and meets countless legends. Mr. Allen was one of them for her. She admired David the most, but aside from him, she truly respects Mr. Allen; how could anyone not,

“Just get to the point already and stop wasting my time. Can’t you see we are in the middle of training?!” Axel sighed. “Okay, okay. Calm down. So, as I was saying, I met these two chicks. And as we got to talking, they mentioned that there was an attack on the wolves. The Winston Pack to be specific.” Gabriel frowned. Why did that name sound so familiar? Winston, Winston... His eyes widened when it finally came to him. Ray Winston was the alpha of the Winston Pack. And after doing a bit of research, they had found out that Ray was the one Leah had gotten mated to.

"hello Tony?... Yeah please bring my car to Firdodia Hotels and Halls...Yeah I'm waiting by the gate. I'll be by the reception. Call me when you get here." She cuts the call and sits down. Lash is one of Aleesha's fan girls from senior secondary school. Her real name is Aisha-Humairah. She is a blogger known as Humylash and a business woman in secret known as Humylash mai maganin mata. She sells women items such as underwears, special Kohls, special perfumes and other special traditional women body products mainly known as maganin mata which literally means 'women's medicines'. Tony is Aleesha's private driver. He takes her cars anywhere. She has a car in United States of America, Greece, Fr

he didn’t know who she was or why Melody would sign something like that, but it was making him mad just hearing what she had to say. "Dave remember to give him one of my business cards." Ashley turned on her heels and stared at Xander, who was fuming in rage as the smoke from his burning clothes obscured his handsome face. "By the way, I am Ashley Barbie Gates, the number one pimp in Miami, the queen of the streets." She introduced herself confidently and winked at him before turning her back on him as she was making her way to the door of his apartment.