Ashley Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

Ashley is a 22-year-old slim and average lady, she has blond hair and a cute pair of blue eyes, and her skin is almost pale white and milky. After a long ride, she pulls over at the side of the road and reaches out to her phone that's just on the seat beside her. Scrolling through it for some seconds, she finally dials her boyfriend's number and waits for him to pick up. She has always done whatever her dad wanted her to, she has lived her life for him, but she won't give up on her happiness this time. Never again! "Shit!" She curses under her breath and throws the phone back to the seat, hitting the steering wheel afterward. She has dialed her boyfriend's number for more than five times alr

"I'm okay; I'm just wanting to get this performance over so we can get our diploma and get on with our lives. I'm thinking about staying in Hawaii for the rest of the school year. My grades are perfect, and we graduate in four weeks. I'm just tired, Allen. But I need time to heal, and I can't do it here, surrounded by all the things that remind me of what used to be. But enough about that; let's get to work. I set up the instruments in the music studio. Come on then." "Hey Bright, thanks for coming on short notice. I really appreciate it." Bright scoffed. "Shut up, Ashly; you're practically family, but I won't go into details about that just yet. Now show me the song we are playing." Ashly p

I run after him, attempting to catch up to him. "Jax!" I yell out, hoping he'll stop. To my delight he stops and spins around looking at me. He grabs my hand and pulls me after him. I trail after him, with no idea as to where we're actually going. "You know you can't call me that here. It's not safe. While we're here, I'm Justin Sheppard, and you're Alaiya Sheppard." "I know. I'm sorry. I was just caught up in the moment. I was trying to find you, but couldn't find you anywhere. So when I finally saw you, I didn't want to lose you."

They drove to Shelly's place after the late lunch. “Where exactly am I wearing this to?” Ashley asked the both of them, she was wearing a red strapless body con short gown, her hair tied in a messy bun with slight makeup on her face paired with slippers heels. “Well, it's still a secret till we get there” Shelly shrugged, she and Drea were all dressed up too. “This is showing a lot of skin and trust me Alan will be extremely furious if he sees me in this,” Ashley said, imagining Alan's look and shivering in fear at the thought of it.

Genevieve and Nichole asked in unison. "Thomas McMahon." Ashley let the words slowly rolled down her tongue. "Yikes, the mere mention of his name makes me want to puke" Nichole covered her mouth with her hands in an attempt to prevent throwing up. "Yes, me too. But let's look at the bright side. Thomas will see me today, the new me. The girl who is rocking her short freaking black hair, who has a tiny waist, and of course the girl who don't care what Thomas McMahon thinks about her." Ashley sounded so proud saying it.

She couldn't believe it. "Listen, young lady, I'm serious. You know how crazy I get"Alina's tone was serious, her face serious as well. "fine, I won't. I promise "Ashley said, giving up. There's no way she can win against Alina... Never. "good!" Alina said and burst into laughter, "I'm satisfied, see you" this time, Alina ended the call. Ashley quickly get dressed and gulp down the painkiller drugs Anton left by the bedside.

That he never had to learn exactly how much of it had been borrowed. Back in Italy, unaware of any of this, Lila's suspicions kept deepening by the day. The woman beside Alex moved with a polish that echoed the Sophia she remembered from years before the fire, in ways the version who'd called herself Sophia this past year had never quite managed no matter how hard she studied for the part. Alex, for his part, remained fully, blissfully unaware — golden eyes bright with the particular relief of a man who believed he'd finally gotten his whole life back, already sketching plans for expansions and studios and futures with a wife who had never actually needed to learn any of it secondhand.

Ryan’s voice broke my thoughts. “Alpha, it’s true… it’s owned by George Harrison,” he said. “But Ashley isn’t here. Maybe… she’s still heartbroken. That’s why she hasn’t returned.” Ashley Harrison. I exhaled, my jaw tightening. I remembered her clearly: the pleading eyes, the soft voice, the desperate attempts to charm me. She wasn’t pretty—not the way I preferred beauty—and she didn’t excite me. Her fire wasn’t there. Her strength wasn’t there. She wasn’t someone I could crave or admire in that sense.

Charlotte’s POV Dancing with the men was so much fun, but after Lance spinning me around, I needed to go to the lady’s room. I quickly told Ryan where I was going and then wandered off, I thought it was odd when I heard groaning. I glanced over my shoulder and stopped in shock, I must have made some kind of noise as Jack looked over his shoulder and looked right at me. I quickly turned around and ran out of the exit. I realised my mistake when I heard someone right behind me and my face was suddenly covered with a cloth.

Asher stood rooted to the spot, his mind reeling from Olivia’s rejection. "You can’t reject me, Olivia," Asher finally said, his voice low but filled with determination. His eyes bore into hers, trying to convey the depth of his conviction. "We’re mates. We’re bound together. I’mI’m the Alpha prince, and you—" He paused, his voice softening, almost pleading. "You belong to me." Olivia’s heart clenched at his words, the pull of their bond strong enough to make her want to believe him. But she knew better. She had spent the last Six years coming to terms with the harsh reality. And it wasn’t the fairy tale she had once dreamed of.