Ashley Reeves Survivor Novels & Stories

she had to stay away for a while sacrificing the distance between them to assure of his safe future. Feeling the loneliness in her room Rachel went over how she end up coming back to Cameron City as Kylie Asher. Her main purpose is to get her revenge for what she had suffered as Mackenzie's prisoner. She wake up after ending in coma for almost two months. Her head suffered an injury when it forcefully hit the side of the speed boat that wad waiting to bring her to safety in the arms of her biogical father. Kyle Asher She was at first skeptical about believing him. because she knows that he had disappeared believed to have died before she was born, but when the evidence wete presented to her

Complete silence. "How..." She stopped, tried again. "...how did he survive?" Monica said. Her voice was shaking so badly, she could barely get the words out. Nobody had an answer. I felt something inside me snap—not explosively, quietly, coldly. My bloodlust rolled through the room, the lights overhead flickered as everyone instinctively stepped back. I didn't even realize I'd released it. "He is an Alpha. Son of a pack leader," My voice barely sounded like my own. "And yet here he is. Laid up in a hospital, in our pack, with wounds consistent with torture." My body trembled from uncontrollable rage.

She is telling me her connection with Sheryl and it only makes the sense of dread tighten in the coil of my empty belly. "I pay her a visit every Thursday to check in on how she was doing. When I got there this week, she was drunk and started sobbing uncontrollably about revenge and all sorts of things I couldn't follow till she brought out the phone and showed me the video. She said she was going to share it since, but hadn't found the courage to. She was an emotional grieving mess. It was sad to watch. I stayed with her till she fell asleep and I took the phone and deleted it from the cloud it was saved on. When she wakes up and finds it gone, she might believe she did it herself when she

“My men are still investigating that, don't forget he's a popular rich fellow. He could have connections around this place, his escape shouldn't come as a surprise. All we should be happy about is that we caught him on camera.” Liam nodded. My eyes went back to another footage of Asher standing in the room where Paige was sleeping. The pain she must have felt, when she woke and saw herself struggling for her life with a scary man. Paige Williams had survived abduction, only to be killed later. *** “What would you do now?” Mark, Tina and Misan asked in unison.

I will not believe that Ashley is no more, nor will I let this news leave this proximity. I wipe my tears bitterly, crushing them with the palm of my hand– they don't deserve to be here either– when I see Peter rushing towards me with his phone in his hand. “Ethan! You need to see this.” Although he is still panting, he shoves his phone towards me. “Peter, I am not in the mood–” “Ashley is alive! See this.” Saying this, he presses ‘play’ on a video streaming on his phone, and the next words hit me like a freight train.

I said carefully, “is Ashley Harrison.” Ryan blinked. Once. Twice. Then he let out a sharp breath. “You’re joking.” “I’m not.” He stared at me like he was trying to see through my skull. “Ashley Harrison is dead.” “No,” I said firmly. “She survived. She changed. She rebuilt herself. And I was too blind to see it.” Ryan took a step back, disbelief written all over his face. “That’s… that’s impossible.” “It’s not,” I said quietly. “I’ve seen the proof. I’ve heard it from her own mouth.”

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

She groaned as she felt a sharp pain in her head. She tried to stand up from the chair she was seated, but she realized her hands were tied, her legs too. She struggled to free herself to no avail. Frustrated, she called out, "Hello, is anyone there?". The door creaked and two boys and a girl appeared. The boys were putting on black hoodies while the girl was putting a blue hoodie. Ashley couldn't see their faces because their hoods covered part of their faces. The girl pulled off her hoodie and Ashley recognized her immediately. It was Claire. She clenched her fist hard at the sight of Claire.

"Let’s go back. We’ll settle this in the den." "But this will ruin your momentum!" Lisa cried. "Lisa, do you think I haven't scented a trap before?" I countered. I hadn't expected Blake to choose Riley over the Hart fortune, but if he wanted a war of attrition, I was ready. As I slid into the seat next to Connor, he handed me a tablet. "I had Jordan Reed dig up the archives on this 'Ashley.' Her resume is built on the bones of the artists she’s ruined. All her dark secrets—the bribes, the scandals—are right here."

I froze at a spot, my throat running dry. As if this all wasn't enough, the door burst open, and there she was. Ashley, my nemesis. She had blood streaked on her temple, her clothes ripped at several places and her boots soaked in forest mud. She stepped out holding a young male kid in one arm, then another female same size on the other. One more kid was before her. He held her cloth. "No," I muttered again, taking steps backwards and looking around. Turning back to the crashed van, I saw Reuben stumbling out. He coughed, his eyes scanning the area. Then David came out too.