Jennifer Ashley Books Novels & Stories

Ava sighed silence prevailed before she said, “I trust you Ashley, I know that you can find it.” Ashley gave her sigh and then went back to work. After searching for the whole day she didn’t reallyfind anything much. All the books were new and she tried to ope the books that were at least hundreds of years old but those books were torn. Or written in an ancient language and some where even missing missing, and the ink was worn off. She sighed as she sat back on her chair and stared at the ceiling. “Well you look busy.” Dawn said as she appeared in front of her with a smile on her face.

Ashley sat close to the fire with her pen and book. She was just about to finish the last two chapters of her recent novel. Maybe I should make Avery's boyfriend break up with her? She reasoned. She opened her pen cover again and continued writing. It was her sixth novel since the beginning of the first half of the year.

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

Abigail immediately interrupted Jennifer, coldly looking at her, then warned: "Working at Paradise Club, knowing your position is the most important. Don't cause trouble again." She looked at Jennifer again... she had already warned her, as to whether Jennifer wanted to listen or not, it depended on her luck. Ashley breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, picked up her things, and left the lounge. Leaving Paradise Club, she walked towards the dormitory. The night wind rustled, and the woman walked alone on the road, her body slightly trembling. A small car, from behind, drove over, following Ashley. The car window rolled down, and a melodious male voice came: "Miss Ashley, we meet again."

"Sicko'' by Amo Jones, a fantastic writer. But she is different from the rest of the writers out there. She has more of an appetite for romance. So, yes, she is that good. I was already close to chapter 5 when I heard something outside my window. So I sat up and used my bookmark where I could stop reading, so I didn't lose my place. So, I closed the book and set it aside by the night table. I felt my heart beating so fast and hard inside my chest. I had a lot running on in my thoughts. I didn't mean to, but what if it's not Jayson. But I knew he said I would be seeing him not later, but soon, he told me. I licked my lips. "Stop being a pussy, Ashely, '' I heard Envy say. I rolled my eyes. Yo

That little girl Boma has heard it today😳 Thank God Jace was there Ashley was spilled hot liquid🥺🥺 but by who? Find out in the next chapter.... Don't forget to: VOTE COMMENT SHARE Hail 9ja!! Your Friend, Ashley ❄️ The picture above is the new cover of my book!!!!🥰🥰

she frowned and bent over to pick them up when she saw slightly tanned hands picking up the books. “Here, let me help,” a soft velvet voice said and she looked up to meet with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. The owner offered her a soft smile and handed her books to her as they both stood up. “Hi, I’m Asher, I’m new.” “I know, I saw you this morning,” she replied, feeling kind of strange like she had met him before but she could swear she has not. The boy’s look is unforgettable and if she had ever seen him before, even if a glimpse, she was sure to remember him for the rest of her life, so where is that feeling coming from?

Betty asked her. “No, you can go, Betty,” Ashley replied. “Okay, dear,” she smiled and walked out of the house. Ashley then went to see Magnus who’s sleeping after a soothing hot bath. She sat beside him and thought she should do something on her own. She has lost her job and in case if they broke up, she knew it won’t happen but still she thought about it too. She needs something for her name and thought what’s her passion. It’s books and reading, there she got a wonderful idea that she should write a novel.

Then, “What did you do?” “Found a better offer.” I hung up before she could scream. Jake met me in the lobby holding an iPad like it was on fire. “Boss. You need to see this.” He turned the screen. Front page of every gossip site in the city. ZANE CALLAHAN DUMPS LANG HEIRESS FOR MYSTERY BRUNETTE WHO IS THE NEW MRS. CALLAHAN? SHOCKING RESTAURANT SHOWDOWN—EXCLUSIVE VIDEO The photo showed me with my arm around Lila and her face turned up to mine like I was her whole world. The headline called her “the future Mrs. Callahan” in bold red letters.

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.