Jana Aston Right Novels & Stories

I sniffed, "Jaden Astor." She stopped. The pause made my stomach twist into knots. I leaned forward. “What? What is it? Is he there?” Her brows furrowed, and she looked up at me with confusion written all over her face. “Jaden Astor?” “Yes,” I whispered. Her lips parted slightly, and her tone dropped. “Ma’am… he’s not on any commercial flight. He doesn't take commercial flights.” “What?” My heart stuttered. “Yes. And Mr. Astor’s private jet departed about ten minutes ago.”

"I'm fine with anything, so just tell me when," Ashton replied, his curiosity piquing after hearing Wanda's description of Faye, the most beautiful woman in Javonbury. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman could be so stunning that even Wanda admitted defeat in the looks department.

“Oh, dear, you’re exquisite,” Anastacia had pronounced, smiling as she entered the bedroom. “You too, mama,” Moriah admiringly told Anastacia. “Are the two beautiful women in my life ready?” Jianyu said, standing at the door as he stared in stunned admiration at Anastacia, his wife and their daughter Moriah. The gentle smile etched on his handsome face warmed both Anastacia’s and Moriah’s hearts. The mother and daughter came near him and hugged him.

But after what she had just witnessed, she didn’t dare to question him further, even if she found it hard to believe. "Fine. I’ll be ready, in case Anakin Pharmaceuticals really does decide to pull out of Aston," Jasmine reluctantly agreed. "Now that business is done, isn’t it time for something else?" Frederick said and walked over to Jasmine. Then, he placed his hands on her shoulders. "Let go of me!" Jasmine quickly pushed him away. "Are you crazy? Ms. York is right outside!" she whispered urgently, hastily turning to leave. When she opened the door, sure enough—Jennifer was standing right outside.

“I understand. Be careful.” “I will.” Driving through the city streets, my mind races with thoughts of the future, of the life I long to build with Anastasia by my side. Beside me is Zachary, peacefully sleeping on his car seat. As we reach the Ashfell Pack’s Village, I immediately catch sight of Yvanna waiting for us, her silver jumpsuit shimmering in the glow of the streetlights. She has full make-up on, her hair is sleek as if she has an event to attend to.

Anastasia “She’s been found North of Vancouver by two hunters who veered off path. Unable to tell her condition. It’s been difficult getting in contact with Canadian authorities. They’re taking her into custody.” What they didn’t say was if it were Fallon or Fallon’s corpse. Within an hour we were soaring through the air via the Blackwell private jet. The energy on the plane was tense to say the least.

“Welcome dear,I thought you would not be able to come” said Jana extending her arms to hug Asher. He did not resist,he hugged her too. “How are you doing Jana” asked Asher “Well I am fine thank you” came a reply from Jana . “Oh… Jewel is on her way. She is with Linda "he said trying to stop her from staring at the entrance. It was obvious that she was anxious to see Jewel.“ “Thank you Asher” she said forcing a smile.

I was taken aback when we saw that it wasn't Jane that was standing in front of one of the malaria posters on the wall. It was the girl from earlier, Storm's guest. "Hello, I am Dr. Alyssa and how may I be of help today?" "I am Aniston. You are a doctor, right?" "Yes. Are you sick?" Aniston's eyes wandered to where I was standing before she returned them to Alyssa. "May we talk in private?" She asked my cousin. What a snob?! "Fine, I was going after Jane anyway. I will be right back" I took off all the while wondering why Aniston wanted to see a doctor.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

a woman called before my cousin could give me an answer. My gaze turned to the enormous staircase where a striking middle-aged woman gracefully moved down the stairs. The distance wasn’t short, but I could see that her attire was aesthetically pleasing. She was wearing a purple satin evening gown and a classy black hat with a veil. I couldn’t stop staring because she looked like an ethereal beauty from heaven. When she got to the bottom of the staircase, I suddenly realized with horror that the woman was none other than Jane Astor. I didn’t know whether to feel terrified or swoon over her graceful charms.