Ashley Mott Novels & Stories

•SASHA• “Mom, Alisha is back. I just saw in a post that she’s Camilla Ross, as in the daughter of Don Ross. Can you believe it?” “What?” Olivia gasped as I hid behind the enormous vase and peeked at them talking in the living room. Nevada showed her something on her cell phone, and she gasped.

She is Ashel Damo striving hard to survived from this cruel world, she lives alone since when she is in college. When she graduated with honors, she applied and hired at Grey's Group Of Companies as Executive Secretary of Sr. Deli Grey's who is the owner of the Company. She is happy with her current situation in life, her salary is more than enough to pay for her bills, for her everyday meals, for her clothes to wear and to travel just within the country. Everything was smooth and okay, because she is more than satisfied with her work.

CHAPTER 78. STEP OUT THE WAY. ~ASHLEY'S POINT OF VIEW~ She blocks my path, standing directly in front of me. She's dressed in one of her ridiculously tight dresses, her dark hair falling perfectly over her shoulders while that dirty smug smile stretches slowly across her lips like she's just found some type of entertainment for the night. “Well…” she drawls, eyes sliding lazily over me. “Look who we have here… Matt's infamous crow eater.” A loud laugh erupts from behind her. Of course she came with her followers. Two other girls dressed the same as her.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

A bucket of relief washes over my face, knowing I am not gay. Alex is really hot. She has been with me for the past couple of years as she didn't find her mate yet and, of course, no one would deny an Alpha. "Rough day?" She asks me sultrily. Oh, you have no idea. Worst day of my life.

Alpha Asher's voice was rough and commanding, "My men will be going around the room to help with your techniques." "Lola." His deep voice pulled me from my explicit thoughts. Mason gave me a sympathetic look, while Breyona smirked. I walked over to Alpha Asher, my heart thumping in my chest. My heart nearly stopped entirely when Chelsea twitched up to Alpha Asher. She was wearing a sports bra that must've been four sizes too small. Her bre*sts were nearly popping out of the low cut tank top she wore. Her shorts were hiked up so high the bottoms of her b*tt cheeks poked out.

“Let the girl stand. She has earned the right to hear the truth.” Her gaze locks on mine. My pulse skitters. “You wonder why Damien turned on his brother?” she asks. “Why did he hunt you? Why did he want you hidden, alive, but powerless?” Her grin widens. “Because I fed him ambition the way mortals feed wolves scraps of meat.” My stomach drops. “You manipulated him.” “I shaped him,” she corrects. “A weapon must be sharpened before it can pierce a kingdom.” Kael staggers to his feet. “You broke the oath. The goddess of Shadowfang is forbidden to interfere—”

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.

Narrator- Alpha Asher casually gathered Miranda's limp form in his arms, along with her fallen keys and purse. Her head naturally leaned against his chest, and the moment her hair grazed against Asher's skin, he gladly breathed in a whiff of her natural scent. She smelled like sweet ripe oranges in the summer. Asher smiled and crossed the street, towards his SUV. He walked around the passenger side only to stop in his tracks when he noticed Joshua standing against the door with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.

Jake Carson I was exhausted. We’ve been up all morning and Danika hasn’t decided what outfit she wants to wear and Alison told me this is a daily thing. She was yelling a lot, after a point it was just noise to me. Just great! First, she couldn’t find the shoes that went with her outfit. Then when she finally found the ‘perfect’ shoes, she said they were too ‘cute’ to be paired with a normal outfit, so she decided that the shoes ‘deserve’ better and tried to find another outfit again.