Novel & Cerita Ashley Pitch Perfect

Patty smiled and pulled her back from her bag to pull out her phone. “Don't worry, baby. I got you.” She said. She opened her phone and scrolled through her phone and finally stopped. She shifted closer to me and showed me Sasha's picture. Of course she was blonde. Blue eyes. She was perfect. This was just a selfie. I bet she had the perfect figure too. Without realizing it, I sighed dreamily. Patty gave me a funny look and I looked at her. “She's so pretty, Patty.” I said. Patty laughed and shook her head.

Ashley's POV: I’m ready, and for once, I think I look beautiful, even by my own standards. My hair is pulled up in a messy bun, with loose tendrils framing my face. My makeup is light, just enough to enhance my features, with a soft pink on my lips. I can’t help but smile as I check myself out in the mirror one last time. This dress, the way it hugs my figure and the drama of the sleeves, it’s everything I could have hoped for.

she chirped, but Ashley's response was less than enthusiastic as she slammed the car door shut and joined Alarina. "I don't feel like a princess," Ashley whined, her frustration evident in her tone as they walked together across the field. Alarina, always quick with a retort, prodded her for an explanation. "Oh, really, princess? And why do you say so?" she teased, giving Ashley a playful nudge.

However, it seems as if he's forgotten his own rule. When he pulls away and locks eyes with Ashly, he doesn't look the least bit sorry. Ashly feels her heart break for the millionth and last time. -- Ashly is absolutely shitting herself. She's so nervous for her performance, scared she might screw up. She had a week to perfect her song, and while it was not very long, she hopes it was enough. She can see Jones and Jia sitting in the front row, right next to Seth and Rose.

The veiny arms become more visible and I drool over them as different sinful thoughts of what his hands could do to my body. My nipples poked on the light shirt I was wearing as they grew harder, begging to be touched. Those sinful thoughts I had of Asher sent an electric wave through my body until it settled on my core… Enough Daisy! I shut my eyes, regaining my composure. Good thing he didn't notice, or maybe he pretended not to notice. “How could that be? Everyone loves color.” “I'm Asher Sebastian, the most powerful Alpha in Arizona. I'm different from everyone.” He declared his profile stair dangerously, having a mixture of pride.

"Then why would a perfectly good heiress run around building teams and pretending to be a nurse? What are you trying to do?" Did rich people all have this kind of eccentric streak? Ivy laughed awkwardly. "I'm not actually a nurse. I borrowed the uniform. I heard you were in a car accident and came specially to see you, but I was afraid you'd think it was too forward... "And I built this team because of you. I like you. That is why I entered this industry. "Ash, join Immortal Ashes. I want to build a team just for you. From now on, you will be second-in-command at our studio."

“Xena, you can’t just waltz into my space like you own it and yell in my face for no reason.” “Why did you keep denying there was nothing between you and that scholarship bitch when there clearly was?” “For crying out loud, Xena, she’s not a scholarship bitch.” My heart pounded hard against my chest. “She’s a total nobody! A pathetic fool! So what on earth would I want to do with her?” Asher continued. Was he real or putting up a show? “Liar! You made her carry your bag on Monday during practice after dragging her off the field. Didn’t you?”