Ashton Marie Novels & Stories

"Say what you will about Amanda, but you can't deny this one truth. Amanda has once had most of the men in this town at her feet." Lady Byrne twisted her face in disgust. "Only the tasteless dimwits who were fool enough to admire such a whore. She is not even pretty." When Ava stepped out of her chamber in the second floor, a swirl of voices blasted out from the ballroom up to the gallery above. Just outside her door, Ashton stood waiting to escort her to the party. He was wearing a sombre dark blue coat that sat well on his tall frame, the color bringing the blue of his eyes to perfection. He made a generous compliment on her appearance as she took his offered arm, but she barely heard his

But too bad for her, she does not have another option. Theodora flinched slightly at his compliment. Everything this man does is repulsing her badly. She couldn't help but flinch ever so lightly. "Like I said Lord Assorthan, I don't want to marry you" Theodora repeated herself without any fear of death. She felt death is a better option than marrying anyone but her Demon. "Why, care to explain?" Lord Assorthan entertained her further. He want her to admit in front of everyone that she loves a Demon. Yes, he know everything about her paintings and the Demon she loves. He also knows the reason behind her blind love.

If I do, then I'll surely never see my sister ever again. We step past the thresholds and immediately Asher's demeanour changes. His shoulders loosen and his voice warms up as he says, "so tell me about Marcus." I almost completely freeze at the question. It take takes a moment for me to realise that Marcus is the immortal husband that I made up.

"What has gotten into you, Ashton, she’s just a thrall. Stop defending her." "Was!" He corrected "She was a thrall but not anymore." Ashton looks at me and smiles, his eyes shine of love and affection. "I was foolish to make such an amazing lady my thrall. She is beautiful, unique and I know one thing for sure that she’s everything I always wanted."

“I went to the Wolf Kingdom.” Her brow arches, unimpressed. “I gathered.” “I demanded to see Ashton,” I continue, pacing like a caged thing. “Instead, I ran into Raine first.” Maereth hums softly. “She’s exactly what you’d expect,” I say. “Golden hair. Perfect skin. Eyes that scream I’ve never been told no and survived it. Very convinced the universe personally owes her a happy ending.” “And Ashton?” she asks. “Oh, we had a wonderful conversation,” I snapped. “Growling. Posturing. A little light emotional disembowelment. Really leaned into tradition.”

So,maintaining a plain face,I wipe all the traces of cowardice. With a "click",the door opened. The visitor was silent, and the sound of footsteps was less audible on the carpet. Hearing the slight sound of the door opening,I turned pale with nervousness.What if the person is someone from the Ashton family.I feel like an item put on an auction. I wonder how these sickly rich people sees the life.I pity their vision of women whom they mostly treat as a trophy on expose. How can I forget the great Mariette Ashton,wife of Edward Ashton and mother to my would be husband, Ashton.Well I don't want it to be happened on the first place.

Martin said with a sigh, taking a seat next to Fedrick and Samantha. "What? my brother never does it, he always concentrates on one thing and then moves to other things. what exactly happened, Martin?" Fedrick asked in confusion, while Samantha is also confused and looked at Martin for the answer. Martin just explains everything that happened, and this makes Samantha angry, as she shouts " I never know why Moon goddess gave such a woman to be His highness Ashton's mate! She doesn't deserve to be the future Queen! and just thinking about her fa...." before she could tell anything further, Martin's closes her mouth and said, "She is a slave but that doesn't mean, she can't be a good mate for A

“You are not welcome here.” I assumed that Charles was still upset over the incident years ago, but the maid added. “The family has gone bankrupt. Mr. Thornton put his pride aside to ask for your help, but your husband turned him away without hesitation.” The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I had no idea. I pushed past the maid, desperate to get answers from Charles. However, he lay in bed, his body hooked up to several devices. The maid sneered, “Your rejection pushed him into such a severe illness that he’s been unable to walk ever since.”

He said, still explaining. I nodded. I figured out that much but it was still fascinating to listen to. “Come on, let's go inside.” He said and held out his hand and I took it. We walked in and I felt like I had been transported into the Bridgerton World complete with the massive, looming hallway, the very modern massive living room. Which was decked in gold, and marble here and there. Various antiques and art works lined several parts of the living room. “Peter? I'm definitely going to pass out by the time all this is over.” I murmured breathlessly as I ran my hand over an oddly shaped sculpture piece.

Suddenly she jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. Knock! "Didn't I tell them to not l..." Noticing the person who entered his office, Aston turned off the lid of his laptop and his facial expression immediately changed to a colder one. "Who are you?" "Hello, Mr. Pierce. I'm Athena Dickens, our marriage is in talks right now." A blonde of 25 years old introduced herself, though she had an average height she was a peerless beauty. Putting his hand in his pocket, Aston headed toward his chair. "How did you enter my office?"