Find Me Ashley Rostek Novels & Stories

“A woman like this? You’d be scared of catching something just playing around with her, and you treat her like treasure. Asher, you could have anyone. Why pick this?” Forrest had many flaws. Chief among them was his vicious mouth. But for once, Anna found it satisfying. Coming from him, it carried weight. Asher’s face darkened. “Forrest, are you insane? Apologize to Michelle.” Forrest laughed. “Apologize to a prostitute? You’re joking.” Asher swung a fist at him. “Stop talking nonsense!” Forrest caught his wrist. “Fine. A prostitute at least charges a price. She gives it away for free. Ask her if she’s seen me before.”

he continued. "What? The ancient war beast? Is it the same war beast the priestess was talking about?" Ashley wondered and then she brought out her phone. A new message popped on her screen and she instantly opened it. As soon as she saw the name of the sender, she hit her forehead in realization. It was from Rita. "God, I totally forgot" she muttered to herself and then she proceeded to check the message. "Hey, there's something I need to tell you. Message me when you're free" She read the first message. Of course she had read it before, but she had not been able to reply. She proceeded to read the recent message.

Kelly asked as he looked at Maya. "See, I can make you never desire a woman in a heartbeat. Although you think that you have won, you have unfortunately messed with the wrong people. It is not too late for you to turn back if you still want to have some fun." Maya said. "In your dreams. Stop scaring me. What can you do about me? As for Ashton, you can forget about saving him. The place where I have imprisoned him is filled with mountain ash. You can't go in even if you wanted to." Kelly said.

“Come with me.” “Um” As usual, no more questions were asked. In her heart, Meadow couldn't even tell what this was. Ashley's words rang in her ears: “Meadow, I'm not worth the money.” Without a sound, she sighed. Meadow takes Ashley into the elevator and explains Ashley's situation on the way: “Wait a minute, you don't need to be afraid, Lorne Dermot is a humble and mysterious member of the Dermot Group, you understand? He's the president of the Dermot Group."

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

*** 5 YEARS LATER *** Rubbing her face, Rose let out a groan as she flipped through papers on the desk in front of her. There seemed to be a million documents with no actual information on them. Letting out a sigh, she looked over at Ash who was leant back in a chair, legs up on the table while she went through a book and was threatening to fall apart at any moment. "I can't find a trace of anything," Rose said, feeling frustrated.

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE FORTY EIGHT THEME: Peasants CONNECTICUT, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA ASHLEY’S FASHION HUB Raven almost screamed on sighting Ashley in the restroom. She wasn't expecting to see anyone stand outside the toilet door awaiting her return. It took her few minutes to get composed and catch enough breath. “You scared me." She blurted out amidst mild pants. Ashley raised a brow. “Did I?"

"Not here. Not like this." Ethan moved. He was across the room before he had consciously decided to move, and he stopped in front of her, between her and the door, and he was not certain what he intended to do but his body had put him there and he was not going to move. "Put it down," he said. She looked at him. Her eyes were steady and entirely unintimidated. He said it again, quieter. "Those ashes belong to my wife." The words came out of him and he heard them in the air of that room and the silence that followed them was different from all the silences that had come before it. This one had weight to it. The particular weight of something said too late and said anyway.

She was the friend who knew the latest trends before they were cool, the one who could make any outfit look like it was plucked from the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Ashley, the birthday girl, went for the classic "Fashionista Sasha." Her curly short hair was styled in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. She wore a pink mini-dress that matched her doll's outfit, complete with a chic belt and dainty heels. Her makeup was minimal but effective, letting her natural beauty shine through. Sasha's outfit was the epitome of sophistication and poise, much like Ashley herself, who always knew how to navigate social situations with grace.

A torn piece of Ash’s crest. My blood ran cold. “You intercepted her?” I asked, eyes narrowing. Rhea shrugged. “I was bored.” “Did you kill anyone?” “Two,” she said simply. “One talked.” “And what did they say?” Rhea leaned in, voice low. “Ash has a traitor in your camp.” Everything in me went still. “Who?” Daniel asked, voice sharp. “She didn’t say. But Ash knows things she shouldn’t. She knows about the eastern ridge. The baby. Even about the rogue alliance we planned last week.”