Ashton Marie Novels & Stories

But it never hurt her to try and be like her mother, even though she could never be exactly like her. Maria was not some ordinary girl, she was the Princess of Crasatra until, she decided to marry Arthur, who was just a baker. But she believed that love is greater than any wealth or status, and left everything for love. Then her little sister, Diana became the queen and married the general. Diana also had a daughter, Elizabeth, who was just like her, arrogant, rude, and would always think that she's better than everyone else. But Maria was the exact opposite of her sister, beautiful, lovely, sweet and pure. No wonder, why people wanted to marry Maria so much but her heart was stolen by only

Some fading sun rays still fell through the high, light-blue windows. Two figures already sat at the end of the table, conversing with each other lively. Surprisingly, one of them was prince Aston. The woman beside him seemed to be a few years older, her black hair cascading down her back like an elegant waterfall. On her head sat a filigree silver tiara.

Amelia Paulsen: She is a 26years jewellery designer. She is the most sweet and innocent girl of her family. Everyone loves her and she is twin to Ashton. But the only person she loves the most is her cute younger sister which lives in London. She is soon getting married to a businessman. Although its a arranged Marriage but she loves that guy a lot. Ashton Paulsen:

Besides, perhaps he disliked the idea of seeing her dressed in another man’s gift. She was looking forward to her outing. It would be the first time Ashton had ever taken her out on his own. Although she knew that Martine was always lurking somewhere in the background, she was prepared to indulge herself in a little harmless fantasy. She dressed with care, brushing her cap of blonde hair to a shining crown. She used a little discreet make-up, sensing that Ashton preferred her to look natural. Funny really, she thought, when he’s practically married to such a well-groomed woman.

The ceramic landed on the floor with a clatter, breaking into pieces. I shuddered and was still sitting in my chair, unable to move. “Are you crazy?” I looked up and found Marwick standing there, “Can’t you spare anyone?” “Anyone… But not her.” The madman, Ashton spoke, “I will burn this girl’s face. She is a bast*ard who doesn’t deserve to live this life. She is dreaming about this ideal life. But only a Graner girl can become Mrs. Deluca. Not her.”

But she only answered me with a smirk. Exasperated by her silent mockery, I walked off to my white steed, Stardust, and swiftly swung myself over the saddle like I had done a thousand times before. All the while, I could feel Anastasia's chilling gaze on my every move. She was never concerned about being caught staring. She was brought up as a princess and got she wanted with no one to object her. I had given up hinting that she had no respect towards me, and when I looked back at her, she would only hold our gaze longer. I looked away, unable to stand the heat of her stare and gestured to the other horse impatiently.

While his initial reservations about attending the event had evaporated, it was a distinct presence that had finally compelled him to break his self-imposed tradition. As he observed 'Maria,' Asher couldn't help but be genuinely pleased that he had chosen to attend. She exuded a magnetic beauty that held him captive, her allure second only to Adina in his memory. Though Asher would scarcely admit it aloud, he carried a profound sense of guilt regarding Adina, having seemingly inflicted pain upon her without a discernible cause. Maria's striking resemblance to Adina proved an unsettling enigma, a perplexing question that refused to vacate his thoughts, despite their past, brief, and admittedl

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

“You’ve been hiding in my tunnels.” Vesper’s knives lifted. “Mara.” Mara’s gaze moved to me. And my mark flared so hard I nearly screamed. “There you are,” Mara whispered. “My ashbound.” Dax’s voice went low. “You don’t speak to her like that.” Mara’s attention finally acknowledged him. Her smile turned faintly amused. “Ashthorne. Still breathing.” Then her eyes dropped to the covenant tether linking me to Dax. Her eyebrows lifted. “Oh.”

Unsure of what to do, I just sat there staring at him until he got out and gestured for me to follow. With pursed lips, I got down only to start trailing after him as he led me down a narrow hall. We continued walking until we got to a door marked Private. “What…” I couldn't complete my words before he pushed the door open and my eyes fell on three people. Pulling me in, Jace nodded at a lady who had a pair of glasses perching on her nostrils. “She’s Maren, a lawyer.” He introduced. “Nice to meet you,” Maren chirped, pushing her hand forward for a handshake which I received.