Ashton Marie Novels & Stories

The morning sun cast a sharp, golden glare across the central courtyard of the Bloodmoon Estate. By 9:00 AM, the courtyard was a hive of activity, buzzing with pack members, couriers, and low-ranking elders murmuring among themselves about the security lockdown from the previous night. Maya stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her dressing room, smoothing down the fabric of a deep emerald silk dress that hugged her frame with quiet elegance. Her hair was swept up into an intricate, polished braid, giving her the exact appearance of a high-ranking Luna stepping out into the public eye.

It was merely Ashton's expectations that made him severely disappointed. ​Indeed, in terms of beauty, charm, and sexiness, Angeline far surpassed Sabrina. Angeline was even one of the very best in Verdansk City. ​Because of that, Ashton was already extremely happy when he found out that a young woman from the Jordan family had come to fulfill his invitation. ​"I'm sorry, but I do not know you at all. Yesterday, I indeed invited Madam Lisa and Angeline to come to my office. But I did not invite any other family members, including you," Ashton stated bluntly.

His usual smugness was gone, replaced by a pale, shaken expression. “Ashton,” Amarinth began again, her voice faltering, “what…what are you talking about?” “iIf you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about, then you should let your husband enlighten you,” Ashton shot back, her voice like a whip. “Your husband is a liar, a manipulator, a cheat and a creep. Maybe if you paid more attention to his behavior, you wouldn’t be so stunned right now.” Amarinth looked completely at a loss, her eyes darting from Thomas to Ashton. Thomas, for his part, looked like he wanted to disappear into the ground. Good.

I don't want Ashton to look miserable so I won't leave him alone here while he's hurting. Tsup! "Hi, sweetheart!" I smiled at Ashton when I finally got to where he was. I even kiss him on his cheeks. "Hi, I'm Lessanna, Ashton's wife." Proud and loud, I said to his friends. Ashton's POV: "Wow!" At once we turned to the woman wearing the red gown who was now walking the red carpet. The spotlight was also focused on her so she almost got everyone's attention. DUG. DUG. DUG.

At some points, there were also rumours saying that Ashton was actually gay and hated women. Truthfully, he was just a guy who was obsessed to find that one woman who had the perfect body measurements according to the Golden Ratio number, which was considered to be the most visually pleasing measurement. That one woman who could fit the Ancient Greek beauty formula and have her body figure visually pleasing as if the body of a Greek goddess. That was the obsession that he gained after Layla left him.

He even offered to go wedding dress shopping with me. At the bridal boutique, I had just stepped out in a strapless gown when the curtain was suddenly pulled open. Mariah rushed in, holding a tablet, excitedly leaning toward Ashton. "Ashton, the redesigned main gown is here! Laura will love it!" She picked up an overly dramatic jeweled crown. "Look at this, Laura! Ashton and I picked it instantly. It really suits your noble vibe." Ashton didn't even find it odd. "Mariah has really good taste."

Oh, the foolish things sentiments made us do. "There's somewhere I have to be, I just uh...came here to be sure of what I saw on the internet," she dabbed the corner of her eyes with the hem of her royal blue, deep V-cut dress. "I'd be back soon to catch up on all the details and I'd most assuredly invite you to dinner sometime soon. It's just so hard to believe Jackson now has someone- " her voice broke as she spoke. Mrs. Jones cleared her throat and gave Maria one last adoring gaze, something about the way she looked made Maria feel warm.

Thelia roamed through the throngs of partygoers, her eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of impatience and irritation. The grand hall of the Blue Moon pack's estate was a swirling mix of laughter, music, and clinking glasses, but her mind was solely focused on one thing: finding Asher. He had disappeared over an hour ago, and his absence was driving her to the brink of madness. "Where is he?" she muttered under her breath, pushing through the crowd with a determined stride. Her auburn hair, meticulously styled, swayed as she moved.

One by one. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! I don’t know why they always send you two. You turn all the women into idiots.” She turned to the woman who had spoken and sucked in a breath. Now, that was true beauty. Her straight ash-blonde hair was styled in a trendy bob, and her eyes were a stunning violet. They were like jewels in her smooth, tanned, blemish-free face. Perhaps this one could join in the debauched threesome she had going in her mind.

The only person that received my undivided attention and affection was my little sister, Vera. A soft groan filled my ears causing me to look down at the woman asleep in my arms. Her hair was scattered over her face and her plump lips were pulled in an adorable pout. This woman was not who I expected as my wife. I expected that I'd be given a submissive woman who knew her place. But instead, Rose decided that she would be far from being submissive and give me a hell of a bumpy ride. She snuggled closer to me and I brushed away the strands from her face. She had a birthmark on the tip of her nose. But was tiny though but nonetheless beautiful.