Ashley Pick Up Line Novels & Stories

“If I’ve been here for days, she must have been trying to reach me.” He didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his phone and handed it to me without a word, unlocking it first and watching me closely. With trembling fingers, I typed in her number….every digit etched into my heart from years of shared secrets and late-night conversations. The phone rang once… then again… and again. Please pick up, Ashley. Finally, her voice came through. “Hello…?” “Ashley,” I whispered. There was a pause. Then her voice cracked. “Big sis?”

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She ignored it. Then it buzzed again. She pulled it out and looked at the screen. Caleb. She stared at it for a second too long. Then she pressed decline and put the phone face-down on her thigh. Ashley looked at her sideways. The phone buzzed again. Caleb. She declined it again and this time kept her hand flat over the screen. "Nora." Ashley's voice was low, meant only for her. "Pick it up." "Not yet."

I wanted to push him away so badly. "Alpha," I whispered, my hands on his chest. "What are you doing?" "I'm showing you how much I want you," he growled, his mouth trailing down her neck. I felt a shiver run down her spine. I knew again that I should push him away, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own right now. What are you doing, Ashley? You shouldn't be doing this. "Alpha, please," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Alison exclaimed, reaching out to hug Ashley. My mind fleeted back to my mate, I shook my head, refusing to make this moment about me, “Who is the lucky guy? When do we get to meet him?” I fired questions at Ashley. She chuckled while taking a sip of her lemonade, “I actually haven’t met him yet. I’ve only perceived his scent in the hallways which are always full of students,” Ashley said, her eyebrows pulled down as she stirred the lemonade with her straw playing around with the ice.

Her steps were fast, thinking that her son was sad and alone in that big and cold mansion. “Where to go, Ma’am?” asked the taxi driver. “To XXXX Hills, please.” While saying so, Ashley called Harold. It took five rings before he answered her call. Her patience was growing thin. “He—” Ashley cut Harold off. “Where’s your boss?” Harold paused. “…”

“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

She said, placing a peck on her cheeks. "Hey! Don't start honey? I don't want you to start being lazy all because of me, you'll have to go to work, so your company doesn't go bankrupt, and you'll pin it on me" Ashley said. "And if you are the reason I go bankrupt, I do not have a problem, cause I know that I would always stand back on my feet, as long as you are with me, my love" he replied to her. "I never knew that you were good with pick up lines, I mean, it really beautiful, can you tell me more? " She implored.

As soon as he has completed his sentence, he rushes outside with the same speed with which he has entered the room, and I take the phone in my hand. By the time I notice that it is a new number, the call has already been missed. Without any delay, the phone starts to ring again. I answer the call this time without any second thought, knowing that this number of mine is only available to Mike, Stuart and his wife, Stella, along with the emergency contacts for Adrian. “Hello, Hazel speaking–” “Don't lie, Ash! I know you are Ashley! My Ashley.” ________

But if he's being honest, he still can't stop thinking about his dream, and how badly he wanted everything to be real. The phone vibrates again...and again and again. This pattern of messages and calls could only be one person. Alex answers the call with palms sweating. He clears his already dry throat before saying, "What do you want?" "Alex, can you help me? I need you to pick me up at my place," Ashly says, frantic. Confused, Alex asks, "I though you're going on a date? Why do I have to pick you up? Where's your car? Or your stupid Alpha bot going to pick you up"

ASHLEY The sharp ringtone of the telephone forced me to look up from the script in my hand, and my lips stretched into a smile. I stood up and shuffled towards it, the script dangling in my hand. I hesitated and watched it ring until it stopped, then it began to ring again. I chuckled at how much I was leaving the caller in a state of cold sweat, then picked up the telephone after letting it ring four times with no answer. “Hello, Ashley Carter speaking," I spoke when I pressed the red colored telephone to my ear.