Ashley Poston Books Novels & Stories

.Early the next morning, Ashley woke up to steaks of sunlight over her face. She gently opened her eyes and saw that it was daylight. She slowly got up and turned to see where sheas. She was in a room and she was confused at first. What was she doing here? How has she even gotten here in the first place? Then she saw she was naked and suddenly flashes of what had happened last night came to her with speed. She had slept with alpha Liam.

Your enthusiasm and encouragement have inspired me every step of the way, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Now, I have a little secret to share with you about Book Two. Brace yourselves, for there will be even more plot twists and turns, secrets unraveling, and unexpected alliances forming. And, oh yes, a little spoiler for you - Ashley, our fearless heroine, will find herself facing a daunting punishment, but amidst it all, she will discover the unimaginable - she will fall pregnant. The tangled web of love, loyalty, and danger will grow even more complex, leaving you on the edge of your seat.

Her black hoodie and sweatpants camouflaged into the night. Ashley ended the day a fulfilled woman, though she couldn't stop the marriage, but she had made the couples miserable and she enjoyed every bit of it.

He still has his hand on my waist, our body was still in touch, and his tall figure was hard to justify with my smaller one. But it is what it is! I am Ashely Brooke, a no-one of New York City, who has started dating Blake Jensen, A popular billionaire of our country.

“But he doesn't know it yet.” Pamela gasped and let out a chuckle. “Oh my God! You finally got what you wanted.” Ashley's gaze fixes straight past Pamela. Her mind, brooding and brewing. “Not yet. I still have many scores to settle. One of which I haven't been giving a lot of attention to.” “What's that?” Ashley raised her eyes to meet Pamela's. “Rachel.” “That bitch!” Venom dripped from Pamela's voice. “She won't be one for long. I intend to strip her of that snarky attitude of hers.”

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

We intensified our plans each day and we were always ready. Ashley was doing fine. She had been yielding to me. She was carrying our pup and I loved her so much. And Asher? He found love amidst the chaos. He wasn't into women and I had been concerned about that aspect of his life. I was taken by surprise when I realised that it was Rossi, Ashley's friend. He loved her so much. When I saw the passion between them my fears were put to rest. The possibility of Asher falling for Ashley fizzled out of my head.

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.

One was for Matthew. The white porcelain plate and silver fork had been polished to a gleam. Father picked up a piece of steamed bass with his own fork—Matthew's favorite—and laid it gently on the empty plate. "Here, Matthew," he murmured. "Eat up. Look, I picked out all the bones for you." The servants standing by couldn't bear to watch. They lowered their heads, pretending not to see the madness unfolding at the table.

Rowan halted, chain still humming in his hand, but for the first time he looked… cautious. Dax exhaled once, like he’d been holding his breath since we met. “Good,” he murmured. “Again.” Rowan’s smile returned, slower now. “There she is,” he said. “The ashbound.” The priest behind him hissed. “Alpha, the tracker—” Rowan lifted the chain, and the moon-silver links flashed. The ash wall shuddered like it had been struck. Pain ripped through my wrist again, brutal and bright.