Ashton Marie Novels & Stories

I grinned and gently pushed my hair back. "Just realizing that you are regretting the decision you choose so you want me to be miserable too.." "As what I've said. You're the one who lost, not me Leto. When we break up and you leave me for a woman. A dozen men who are better than you will kneel down to kiss my feet.." "I am Athanasia Louise Del Russo, and you. Who are you?" I winked at him and started walking away. Damn, I'm making a fool of myself and I hit that fool.

Ashton POV I am shocked when I saw her family. So she's one of the elite too huh? I wonder why she's nerd.? He's father is no other than Archer Martin he's my dad rival in hotel business. He's a freaking billionaire at his young age and her mom own hospitals in the country and one of the best surgeon too. Just wow!

Typical college party scene. "Whose house is this?" I asked Mike. It was huge. The person who owns it must be filthy rich; otherwise, what kind of college student can afford it? "Mine." I turned to the person who just spoke behind us and found myself looking at a tall, skinny girl with long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She was undeniably beautiful like those models in magazines. "Hi, I'm Dawn. Who are you?" she narrowed her eyes at me. "Marina," I introduced myself. "Is this really your house? It's beautiful!" I couldn't hide my amazement.

When paired with her dark skin and curly hair, it made her look she’d emerged from the very depths of the ocean. Mason, with his matching button down, had an arm wrapped around her waist. The haunted light that came with losing your fated mate was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he looked more at ease than anyone else here. Catching my eye, his lips quirked up in his usual cheeky grin, one I couldn’t help but return. “I believe it’s time. Unless, you want to be late to your own event.” Tristan said smoothly, tilting his head towards Asher’s Beta, who waited by a set of towering double doors.

“Are you Jake?” Everyone turned to Ashley as she wheeled herself in and looking up at Damon directly. She had an awe and interested look on her face and Alex saw Malcolm noticing it immediately because his face had turned dark. If the situation right now wasn't that serious, Alex would have made fun of it, putting Damon right in the center of a man getting jealous over his woman’s admiration of another male specie. “No, Ash,” Malcolm answered for them. “His name is Damon Buckworth.” Ashley turned to Alex.

I say through gritted teeth, "that if he harms Leigh or Lilith, I will come for him. I will kill him and destroy everything he holds dear." " Two Weeks. He's giving you two weeks to prove yourself" With that, Marlon turns on his heel and slips out the window, disappearing into the night as silently as he came. I stand there, my heart pounding, trying to process what just happened. ••• Ingrid held up a deep, rich shade of burgundy dress made from heavy fabric that draped beautifully to the ground. The rounded neck was accentuated by an intricately embroidered trim in shades of green and gold, continuing along the edges of the bodice and mirrored on the cuffs of the sleeves.

If something like this existed in the plot, she would know for sure, but even when she thinks hard just to remember, there's nothing that comes to her mind. "I'm called Marie. All of the servants here in this mansion are humans, my lady," The servant named Marie began to confusedly stare at Aesthelia. Ever since Aesthelia was born, it has always been that way. Marie was puzzled. Why does Lady Aesthelia look surprised?

I think to myself as Ashe and Anne finally open the door. “Oh my Goddess! I can’t believe that you lot are FINALLY here!” Ashe screams out, in her beautiful Yorkshire accent. Ashe, our British babe and best-selling paranormal romance author, has gotten pretty much all of us into the habit of saying “Oh my Goddess' ' in situations like this. It’s become a thing. Her beautiful, short and curly hair is a new color this month, a pretty blue and pink balayage that compliments her porcelain skin and green eyes. She’s petite and her boobs are phenomenal, and honestly, we are all a little jealous at how big but perky they are. Kita often jokes that she’s a little gay for Ashe, but lesbe-honest, we a

Queen Esteria's presence commanded respect and admiration, her elegance and poise leaving an indelible impression on all who witnessed her approach. Queen Esteria von Ashbury strode down the aisle with an air of undeniable majesty. Her raven-black hair cascaded in lustrous waves, perfectly complementing her deep emerald gown. As she moved gracefully forward, her hazel eyes, warm yet commanding, took in the sea of faces turned toward her with admiration.

My mouth drops as my brain registers Omar's Fiancée figure approaching the sink. "Princess Asta is a pleasure to meet you. Omar speaks highly of you." I greet her in a friendly way. "Omar? Is King Drakon Omar Brantley for you! And don't dare to address me, filthy peasant. Know your place." She scuffs, motioning her hands before the water sensor. I was speechless. This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t.