Jana Aston Right Novels & Stories

At dinner, she clung to Ashton, and after eating, she snuggled into her embrace. Every now and then, she'd pop up and say, "Ashton, you're so beautiful!" Eventually, Janna thought it was enough and couldn't help but ask, "Ashton, do you have something on me that I love dearly? Name your price!" Ashton looked at Janna and held up three fingers. "Three hundred million dollars." "Three hundred million?" Janna scoffed, "I might as well spend three to five million on hiring some hitmen from the black market to silence you, divide the leftover money between Charles and Chicago!"

she sighed. “I like to think I’m not that frightening in appearance.” I stated. She jumped slightly as her head turned to look at me. Brown. Warm earthy brown eyes blinked at me. She really is beautiful. “A...Asterion.” she breathed out my name. I’m guessing things have been explained to her, including my name. “Yes, that would be me.” I nodded, taking a seat at the table.

Julian gently comforted her. Trembling violently, Britney hid in Julian's arms. Aston yelled out loud, "I'm her father! Her last name should be Chambers! Not Anderson! Return my daughter to me!" Julian gave his men a look. The next second, they stuffed a rag in Aston's mouth. "Hmm, hmm!" Aston still wasn't giving up. He tried to make his way to Julian. Julian's men could no longer take it, so they knocked Aston out with a bat.

Suddenly she jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom. Knock! "Didn't I tell them to not l..." Noticing the person who entered his office, Aston turned off the lid of his laptop and his facial expression immediately changed to a colder one. "Who are you?" "Hello, Mr. Pierce. I'm Athena Dickens, our marriage is in talks right now." A blonde of 25 years old introduced herself, though she had an average height she was a peerless beauty. Putting his hand in his pocket, Aston headed toward his chair. "How did you enter my office?"

Luciano argued. "So we just leave her in a cold, dark cell to rot because that's much better.” When I reached the cell, Luciano folded his arms and watched me carefully as I unbolted the door and entered. I laid my eyes on Hestia. She hugged her knees with her hair covering her face. But I could see a rip across her shirt and her legs were bare, the pair of pyjama shorts she was wearing on the other side of the room. The light pouring into the darkroom from the hallway stimulated no response. She just kept rocking back and forth over and over again.

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.