Jennifer Ashley Books Novels & Stories

She didn’t know what hurt more—being used or being given half a heart. “I’ll clear the table,” she said quietly. She stood, gathering their plates and glasses onto a wooden tray. Josh didn’t stop her. After everything was cleaned and the dishes neatly stacked in the rack, Ashley walked to the living room. She sat on the sofa, turned on a small lamp, and opened a novel that had long been left on the same page. Josh went to their bedroom to shower and get ready for work. He said nothing. Didn’t look back. Ashley heard the bedroom door close softly—not slammed, but still sounding like a real distance.

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.

"Richard... He came here to talk about the past. About Jennifer." "Jennifer?" Carlisle repeated. Veronica’s expression darkened slightly, a flicker of old pain crossing her face. "He was Jennifer’s mate," she said quietly. "And... he’s the reason she’s gone." "Wait," he said, in shock. "Alpha Richard was... her mate?" Veronica sighed. Jennifer was Asher’s biological mother." Carlisle felt a wave of confusion and disbelief wash over him. "WHAT?" *** Richard stepped into his suite, closing the door quietly behind him, but the tension in his body gave him away.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

I am pointing at the middle, but I highly recommend finishing The Strong before starting The Jock if you don't want any spoilers. Stay safe Love Peyton

But in here, there wasn’t a single picture—the grey wall stared back at me, completely bare. It felt wrong to be in here, but I'd come so far; no use getting moral now. I headed to the drawer, going through it. It was filled with nothing but matching sets of black briefs. It seems Asher did have a fixation on that color. Dropping to my knee, I searched beneath the bed, blindly feeling around—then I found something. A single brown-cover book. I picked it up and took a seat on the bed, before flipping it open.

Except I was never a princess. "You finally got her, babe," she purred, turning to Asher. Her hand slid up his chest as she pressed herself against him, kissing his jaw slowly. "Why does this make it so much hotter?" She laughed softly. "I mean—revenge so good your stepsister ends up your maid?" Her eyes flicked to me. "Delicious." Asher didn't look away from me when he wrapped an arm around her waist. "You haven't seen anything yet, Jennifer," he said. "This is just the warm-up."

If I find out who she is, I won't let her off. I let out a cold laugh. She did not mention her own cheating at all. The divorce papers arrived soon after. I signed them without hesitation. Staying married to someone like her for even one more second made me sick. The moment I signed, Cassia handed me another file. Her voice was gentle. "I think you'll like this." I paused, then pulled out the document. The moment I saw it, I froze. "Hudson Lyle… infertile?"

And I will do anything to teach you a lesson which you will remember forever, Jennifer thought returning the forced smile, thinking one month was more than enough to give back to everyone what they deserve! But before dealing with Asher's anger, she needs to be the karma of Ethan! She will make him realize that she isn't weak. She promised herself that she won't eat her favorite foods until she made his body fully paralyzed because of molesting her and breaking her leg. Now, it was her turn to play the game! ~~~~~ "What are you doing?" Jennifer asked looking at Asher who was making a partition in the bed with pillows to sleep without any disturbance. "You have eyes, why don't you use them?"

Jenny climbed up the stairs slowly but instead of walking to her room, she headed to Nicholas’ room instead. She wanted to see Ashley and was sure she was going to be there. However, when she opened the door, she was met with the sight of Ashley throwing her belongings into a large bag, muttering furious words to herself. “Hey Ashley, what are you doing?” Jenny asked with a puzzled frown. “What does it look like?” Ashely snapped in an unusual snarky manner, while continuing to throw clothes into the bag.