Novel & Cerita Ivy Asher Books

That was her emotion of choice--if she could force herself to exude anything other than hate or disdain. “I suppose that’s true,” Henry said, running his finger around the rim of condensation left from his glass on the table. “You know… Rome Verona, don’t you?” It was the first time Henry had mentioned Rome to her--to Juliet, anyway. She tried not to react anyway other than a little confused, as if she wasn’t sure why he might ask that. “Sure,” she said with a shrug. “He introduced me to Fae Ward. He helped me get my business started. I admired the work of his former wife.” Juliet dropped her eyes to the table and slowly shook her head. “It was terrible, what happened to that poor girl. She

"If the hearth fails its duty, don't hesitate to call on a certain fire Prince." "I won't," I shake my head with a smile, turning to leave. As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me, and the warmth of his presence lingered long after I had left the library. ••• "Arwyn, oh, I tell you, he was dreamy," Ahvi whispered excitedly, her grip tightening on my arm as we strolled down the grand hallways of the Castle. She regaled me with tales of her enchanting night spent with a charming lord from Illyndor named Ezlyn Cromwell, who, by her account, owned ten sprawling mansions and a cavalcade of prized horses.

Many things happened in these four months, Jami. She pursed her lips. "Now, I'm Ashlyn Kyle Ivan." James' jaw dropped. "What the hell? What are you saying, Asho? How is this possible, and who is Kyle Ivan?" He became furious. "Calm down. I'm telling you everything; just don't be mad at me." She bit her lip. "All right," James said, taking a deep breath. Then Ashlyn started to tell him everything, from the day Helen gave her dare to how she pranked her. How Kyle took her revenge and how she became homeless She hid the part about her home visit. She didn't tell him the part where Amanda and Caroline schemed against her.

Chapter 39 Asher POV "What are you planning to do now, Asher?" Alvira asks as she walks elegantly into the living room, looking as beautiful as always in her skimpy gown that barely covers her butt. "Nothing, I'm just waiting for the right time to strike," I shrug as I reach out for the tall wine glass on the center table, gulping down the content.

Ryker said. “It’s the new girl. We don’t know what she is yet as her identity has not been confirmed,” Remus said. New girl? Ryker thought. The only new girl they’ve had is the one in his class. Julianne Ashwynd. What has she got to do with this? “Julianne Ashwynd?” Remus suddenly asked and Ryker turned to him. “That is her name?” Ryker forgot he was in the midst of vampires who can read minds. He clenched his jaw and said, “It’s nothing.”

I got out of bed slowly and walked towards the door and into the suite and I saw Asher sitting at the table reading something on his phone. " Hi. I hope you're hungry. I ordered extra room service. I wasn't sure what you liked to eat." Asher says putting his phone down. " I like anything really." I say and I go to sit down at the table. I look around and realize that we're in this suite completely alone. " Ivy's gone on her morning jog. She does it every morning." Asher says without me needing to ask. I guess I looked a little uncomfortable sitting here alone with him.

“You’re impossible.” “So I’ve been told.” She pointed at the display. “Two chocolate hazelnut tarts.” Vance frowned. “I said no.” “I heard you.” “Then why did you order two?” “One for me.” She paused. “And one for you.” “I didn’t agree to that.” “You’re going to eat it.” “I’m not.” “You are.” Vance stared at her. Clara stared back. For perhaps the first time in years, Vance realized there were people who could stare him down without fear.

she warned. What was I wearing? What was he wearing? A bright-colored geometric suit with high water pants and loafers with no socks. He wore white glasses with no lenses, which made his copper skin look like a fake tan, and it likely could be for all I could tell. "Dolling up another toy of yours?" he insinuated. "I'm no one's toy," I growled. He looked at me, and a slight smirk formed, "She's feisty." "She has a name," I said, "Ivy."