Ashton Marie Novels & Stories

A draughty Irish castle wasn’t where I was expecting to spend my honeymoon. I wasn’t complaining…exactly. The fields outside were verdant and beautiful, the sea waves crashing against the cliff face was bleak and majestic. My room had a four poster bed that made me feel like the princess in The Princess and the Pea. “Natasha, check the mattress for produce.” I grinned at her as she gave me a puzzled look, clearly not getting the reference. She looked around. “This is a good space. Very defensible.” she said nodding with approval.

I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside. And Jacob, whether he knew it or not, had silenced Leia, bringing her to think her passions are unwanted, that no one had cared. And if he hadn't noticed what he had done to her in that hallway, he was a fucked up guy. And when Jacob did that shit, he broke her spirit to share what she loved. He was honestly just a shitty boyfriend in general. I found Marcus near the baggage area, looking at something on his phone. He looked like he was really focused on whatever he was doing, clearly oblivious to me as I walked right up next t

"That's not what Maria said. She claimed Ashton was treated like a princess at the Shaws', that Justin cared for her as one of his own, with no difference at all!" "I won't deny that Ashton may have lived comfortably in material terms," Fiona stated firmly, "But let's not forget, Grandma, when Maria remarried, you handed over all of Mr. Carey's estate to her. It wasn't a small sum, and it gave Ashton a lavish lifestyle, not to mention the fact that Ashton has always worked part-time to support herself while studying abroad." Fiona saw things clearly. What, then, did Ashton truly owe the Shaws or Maria? To be treated like that? To always be made subservient, a secondary or even tertiary choic

he asked, moving away, but the girl kept quiet. She didn’t want to talk to him. He instantly called for a doctor, and a guy in a white coat walked inside, “How are you feeling, Mrs. Black?” Athena had a shocked expression painted all over her face. Azazel, who didn’t expect this and was shocked a bit too, but the shock immediately changed to delight. Their names sounded excellent on his tongue, Mrs. Athena Azazel Black. He loved the sound of it. Well, she would be that soon anyways. He should remind Ethan to send him a gift for assuming she was his wife.

Daren asked in disbelief. "Ren... I can explain." "Yes, we are married! From now on, I'm asking you to stop calling me mistress" Reina said, emphasizing. Daren looked at Reina and Alta disgusting. "You're both....I'm speechless. What a Sasimo you are, Ta" Bughhhhh!!

The date got canceled and Ava seemed unapologetic about it. And now, it happened again. This time, she seemed to regret it more than the first one. Liam was rich, good-looking, cool, responsible and they seemed to share the same faith. He fitted into the shoes of her dream man She felt bad but what could she do? Perhaps, they weren’t meant to be, so she thought. She left her book and grabbed her sketch pad and a pencil and started drawing on it. When she was satisfied, she decided to sleep

Ashton was sitting there, holding her hand tightly and waiting for her to wake up. He waited all day to see her wake up. Now his patience cross the line so he said to the guard standing there " Call doctor here" Doctor came there and asked him " What happened? " " Why didn't she woke up until now? " he said looking towards the doctor worriedly " Who are you? " doctor asked Ashton looking towards him being confused Ashton gave a smirk and then took out the gun from his coat and shouted " Don't you know who I am. I am Ashton King. Do you hear my name or not? "

Emilio came up next to him, but he never took her eyes off her. “Felipe, this is Lord Simon De Grace's party. He did this because this is his daughter's first season. She's the number one pick for Prince Louis. The girl you keep exchanging smiles with is her. " "Her name, Carlos. What is it?" "That is the Lady Amaya De Grace." "Amaya. Her name is as pretty as she is."

For once, Sinders had little to say, only standing there taking it before he stoically walked away. Mary finally reached the coffin and looked inside. Ella really did look gorgeous--like Sleeping Beauty. To anyone who didn’t know, it would be easy to believe she was dead. Mary wanted to whisper, “See you later, friend,” but she kept it to herself, walking along so that the few people behind her could say their respects.

The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back. She is not an unattractive woman; she just looks harsh, her hair dyed peroxide blonde (she is supposed to be a brunette but the dyeing has been done so well that an observer would never know for sure) and the dark suit she wears – not like the kind that David and his two visitors wear but that power suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the bitch role in a television show.