Four Sisters Ashburn Novels & Stories

“This story is about two little girls. Both from different worlds, yet they were the same inside. The first girl—hmm, let’s call her Amy. Amy had lived in this town her entire life, surrounded by money and wealth. The second girl, who we’ll call Ashley, moved here from far, far away. These two girls saw something in one another and instantly became best friends. As much as Ashley liked this place and her new friend, she was missing something. She was missing her father. Her mother told her how her father was a bad man who needed to be kept away from Ashley. Ashley didn’t care, though. She knew her father had to be like her. Bad. Ashley’s mother had a daughter, you know. A pretty little girl

Caleb Stone turned forty on a Thursday in April, which was an ordinary day in the middle of an extraordinary year — the coalition building and the legislative drafting and the two new estate cases that had come in since the Second Circuit ruling and the Bronx community center commission that had produced a second commission in Queens. They celebrated the way they celebrated things they considered significant: dinner, the people who mattered, no performance. The dinner was at the apartment — twelve people, the food he had cooked himself because it was his birthday and he had strong opinions about the food, which Zara had supported by staying out of the kitchen for four hours while he worked a

After checking out how my little garden was doing quickly, I then rushed to the bus stop near our house. "Aah!" I screamed in a high pitched voice just as I found myself falling down with my face heading straight for the dirty pavement and it truly hurt. It was all thanks to my darling Mean sister Ashely as she was the one who had intentionally shoved me roughly while also going to her ride. Her ride was not the bus but one of her friends car which had come to pick her up, a nice pink Mercedes Benz. In her little pretty outfit and high heels, my sister did not even care to say sorry or help me up. Instead she just rushed to air hug her two popular girlfriends Cynthia and Fiona who were now l

Seeing none of the familiar small figure she needed to see, she quickly pushed past the nuns and entered the convent's backyard. "Miss!" the Mother Superior ran after her in distress, ignoring all propriety, but her skirt hadn't allowed her to catch up. This gave way to Lily Alston, allowing her to freely enter another gate straight to an old-looking building. She wasted no time and ran inside, not minding the sister behind a counter. She ran up a set of stairs then turned corners after corners, until she finally reached a door numbered 78. She pushed the door open with a kick, and she was greeted by a quiet and empty space. The lack of response made her heart drop as she backed out.

Ashley breathed a sigh of relief almost subconsciously. But here, Martin Blackstorm followed suit and asked, "Who? Why are you so nervous? Boyfriend?" Ashley was startled, "What... what boyfriend? No!" "But you seemed to be reporting just now!" Martin Blackstorm said again. "Stop talking nonsense! It's my senior sister, okay!" Ashley stood up from her seat, "I'm going to the bathroom, you guys eat slowly." Ashley ran out of the private room. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and used her senior sister as an excuse. This Martin Blackstorm really has the spirit to break the casserole and ask for the end.

“But I would not want to impose. I only thought it courteous to say hello. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other... around.” Mabel steps around Chloe and leaves. A second later we hear the door clicking shut, and it’s as if all of us breathe a sigh of relief. I turn to Sasha, raising my brow. “What the hell was that all about?” She shrugs and picks up her bag. “That is your Alphas’ former mate. Mabelline Graham.” My eyes widen. “Oh.” Chloe steps to my left, sandwiching me between herself and Sasha. “And Sasha’s half sister.' She inputs. I turn to Sasha, who has suddenly stilled again and is glaring daggers at Chloe. Really? Half-sisters? The two women look nothing alike.

"From Ashes to Ascension: Natalie Returns, More Powerful Than Ever." She had worn a sleek black dress, no jewelry, her only accessory the enigmatic smile that had left even her fiercest critics stunned into silence. Adrian Sinclair had not been in attendance, but Natalie had felt his presence everywhere—on every curious gaze, in every hushed whisper, in every stifled breath of those who still remembered the scandal that once rocked high society. "You're playing a dangerous game," her assistant, Amelia, said as she stepped into the room. Amelia was sharp, efficient, and loyal to the bone. Natalie trusted her with more than just logistics—Amelia had become her compass in this new world she was

They have to pass the backdoor to the ballroom to avoid them. They entered and the guests were drinking and engaging themselves as they formed connections in looking for business partners. Cassie and Anna have been looking for an opportunity to engage in a conversation with Asher. They spotted Ivana and Asher. Cassie immediately went ahead to hold Ivana's hand. Pretending to be a dutiful mother and full of smiles. Ivana scorned her and was trying to break free from Cassie's hold. “Hi, Asher Jackson, I am Ivana's sister.”Anna smiled flirtatiously as she tried making a conversation with Asher.

The man who lived in 4A was away and 4D wasn't leased out yet. So it was just me and them on this floor now. “Having a party?” I asked. Kia's eyes brightened. “Yes. It's Felix's birthday” I beamed at him. Felix and Kia were a sweet couple “Say happy birthday to him for me.” “Sure,” Kia's eyes slid to where Genevieve stood beside me. “Hello, are you Ashley's sister?” Kia stretched out a hand to greet Genevieve, but she just twisted her lips and looked away, embarrassment and anger filled my blood.

“The way they’re all protective of you but never fight about it.” “Most brothers would be at each other’s throats,” Elena agreed. “But they just… share.” “Share?” I squeaked. “You know what I mean. Share the responsibility of taking care of you. It’s like they’re a unit when it comes to you.” “Very romantic, actually,” Maya said with a sigh. “Having four gorgeous men all devoted to your happiness and safety.” “You guys are being ridiculous,” I said, but my heart was racing. Could everyone really see it that clearly?