Ashlynn Brooke Gif Novels & Stories

MINE. Ashely giggles her eyes flash yellow as Grace pushes through, "yes Zeus I'm all yours."

“You’re glowing.” Isla blinked in confusion, the words striking her as unexpected and perplexing. “What?” she managed, bewilderment clouding her features. Priya leaned closer, curiosity igniting her wide eyes, sparkling with excitement. “She is! It’s faint, but… wow. She really is!” The energy in Priya's voice thrummed with fascination, heightening the moment with an electric charge. Kael’s jaw tightened, his silence heavy with unspoken thoughts that settled thick in the air like fog.

I hate Ashley now. "Hello beautiful." I turned to the guy beside me coldly and looked at him like he's the most disgusting thing in the world. "Well.. what a bitch." He left and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly the other guy moved beside me. "Not interested in the party?" The guy asked and I turned to him. "No.. not my thing." "Austin Portwalt." He took out his hand and put it in front of me. "Violet Ashlock." I shook his hand.

“Yes, I killed that freak…she used to hang out with that fat girl…I should have killed her instead…her friend just got in the way…” The video cut back to Sasha talking into the camera. “It's time for these senseless killings to stop. Subs are humans too. They can be friends…” she smiled at Layla standing with her and her minions and Layla smiled back. “They can be family too. As long as I'm here, I'll do everything I can to make the bullying stop…” Peter ended the video and cast his phone aside. “Okay, this is total BS. Why on earth would Sasha do something like this? All the elites will come for her! God, she's fucking cunning.”

I felt really bad for what just happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just a shirt" he tried to reason. "I am Jason by the way" he introduced himself, smiling a little. "I'm Ana" I returned. "Such a beautiful name for a pretty lady" Was he trying to flirt with me? I smile at him, he must be good with the ladies. Such a smooth landing. *** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable.

All I could think of was running upstairs to hug her tightly and kiss her. “Don't you dare!” he barked, pointing a warning finger at me. I wanted to ignore him. I had not seen Ashley in days and he thought he could keep me away with a shout. Even the loudest thunder could not stop me. But Brody grabbed me by the arm. “The atmosphere is tense and there is so much energy flying. You have to be on one side. And if you ask me, I think we should channel our energy into freeing Ashley.” My heartbeat tripled at the sight of Ashley. She had lost so much weight and her skin looked worn. Her eyes were far from vibrant. And it seemed like she could hardly breathe.

He groaned, his face etched with discomfort, and his gaze shifted to find Alisha standing beside him. Alisha wore an unusually wide grin on her face, her eyes sparkling with joy. She reached out and took hold of Ashier's hand, her touch providing a sense of reassurance. In a soft murmur, she expressed her happiness at seeing him awake, her voice filled with relief and affection.

He winks at me when he says this, and I feel myself get even more giddy. “ I guess you could say he knew I have good taste,” I flip my dark hair to the side, joking. “After all, we ARE the superior team.” “I'm not even going to dignify that with a response.” He holds a hand up as if to say stop. “Of all the Ozark fans, Asher manages to find a woman who’s the enemy!” The brunette laughs. She puts out her hand, too. “Hi there. I’m Brooke, I’m AJ’s wife, and the mom to these two little blonde bombshells.” She tickles the older child. “And this is Payton.”

As if that was not shocking enough, she also found that they both were naked under the blanket. Ashley quickly scooted away from him and covered her body with the blanket. The man got woken up by her sudden movement. He rose into a sitting position and stared at her. "Hi, good morning. I know it's a bit too late to ask right now. But I'm Ashton. Ashton Grey. What's your name?" He stretched out his right hand, trying to have a handshake with her. "Ash... Ash... Ashley... Ashley White," she stuttered while reaching his hand. They had an awkward introduction that morning.

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.