Novel & Cerita Ashton Marie

Lillian POV It has been three months since I convinced Asher, and I have been busy ever since. I decided if anyone wants to get married to Asher; it has to be someone I approve of. A lot of female demons from big families came here in hopes of getting married to the king, and I chose who would marry Asher. Her name is Jasmine, she is the daughter of a duke. She is very calm and pretty. She went through a series of tests, and she is very fertile.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

His wife was just so beautiful. He had been away for two days and wasn’t supposed to arrive that night but he missed her so he came early. He wanted it to be a surprise but waking up his pregnant wife was something he couldn’t do so he went for a swim. She was Aphrodite; the goddess of love, his wife and lover. Neal’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, her breasts full and pert against the sheer material of her nightgown, her stomach showing that round belly, the proof of their love on display, hips curving, and a shadowed triangle visible between her thighs.

Empusa was asked to prepare his meal as for he always enjoyed everything cooked by her hands and Cassandra was left to deal with the rest of the royal issues. Cassandra was a very quiet queen who hardly said a word infront of the king unless he demanded to. He though seemed to not want a word from her lips after he had married himself a new wife. She was a very gorgeous light skinned woman who looked more like her daughters. Back in Talos before she became Azazel's wife, she lived with her family of one son and a husband who Azazel killed with his bare hands and married her the very night with a rampant applaud from his bewildered men. He had been attracted to her beauty and one night, he go

I simply looked at the plump woman who stumbled into the room and gazed at me adoringly as though she could not believe I were real and she was here. "Lady Aphrodite," she let out in an awe filled whisper as she hurriedly averted her gaze and bowed to me as though I were a God, "it is an honour and privilege to be in your presence. God has truly favoured me," she let out in praise as her thin blonde hair was held in a high ponytail to keep it away from her face. She wore a simple dress, one that was practically rags covered in patches. I wondered why that was so when she was a seamstress and could simply make a dress for herself. But I shall keep my thoughts to myself.

I snapped my head up at Diego’s words with eagerness to catch site of Maria. And there she was, so stunning beautiful. Her black dress clinging to her body and the glimpse of her thigh making an appearance through the slit in the side of her floor length dress. my jaw ticked and my dick twitched with the desire to have her. fuck! she was absolutely perfect. I released a heavy breath, stretching my neck side to side as it cracked in an attempt to compose myself. “Looks like I’m going to be down fifty dollars by the end of the night, lucky that I didn’t add a couple of zeroes to that bet” Diego chuckled but my attention was solely on her melodic laughter that overpowered Aimee’s.

Amelia was cut off by Damian. "My wife, you can go with her. I'll be waiting at one of the rooms" Damian said as he kissed Amelia on the head. "Ok," Amelia said. The lady escorted Amelia to a fitting room and started measuring her body. Amelia had good proportions. Sure, she was quite petite but she was blessed with finely shaped breasts and an hourglass figure.

She was wearing a shimmering white gown which had golden butterflies embroidered everywhere on it. She curtsied when she came in front of both Ron and Zedekiel. "Brother, your highness. I am Mariel. Welcome to Netheridge" Ron smiled and bowed. Mariel of course was affected by this smile. Her heart throbbed within her chest. So this was the handsome prince of Ashenmore. Stretching out his hand, he took Mariel's in his and planted a light kiss on her skin. "Thank you Princess Mariel. My name is Ron. Just call me Ron in the future"

As if sensing their presence, she looked up and met their gaze. Ashton made his way over to her, his heart pounding with anticipation. When he reached her, he could see the desire in her eyes as she looked up at him. "Hello," Ashton said, his voice low and husky. "I'm Ashton. What's your name?" "Jasmine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. " "It's not you," Ashton spoke suddenly, startling the woman. "Not me?" The lady was confused but carried on with her thing after getting annoyed with him.