Jennifer Ashley Books Novels & Stories

This time, it was the little boss’s English book. They had asked themselves more than once if it was a dream. As evening approached, Ashley, who had finally finished flipping through the English book, stood up and went to the kitchen. “Miss Ashley.” Seeing that Ashley, who had not been in the kitchen for the longest time, had actually come here, everyone felt uneasy. They were afraid that she would go crazy again. What they did not know was the timeline where Ashely spent her hallowing days learning every lesson to be the perfect trophy wife.

I hadn’t so much as skimmed my fingers over the cover page when Asher came through the front door. A jolt of surprise swallowed my voice and made my heartrate jump, forcing me to snap the book shut and slip it back into my bag. Asher rounded the corner and appeared in the kitchen before I could question my sneaky behavior and why the feeling churning in my gut told me to keep the book a secret—even from him. The next few hours I spent with Asher were anything but relaxing. Even after taking out the rest of my frustration in the cushy master suite he had designed for us, there was still plenty weighing on my mind. I’d always envied Chelsea for her lack of conscience, especially lately.

"And let me take care of my family." Just when she told this, she and Jonathan both saw Ashely watching them from the kitchen entrance and giving angry glances to her. Jonathan was quiet. He knew his mate would now reply back to Delilah and he doesn't need to do a thing. He gulped the cold water in his throat and waited for this fight. Delilah didn't bother seeing Ashely there. She finished making the baby food and then walked to the door but she was blocked by Ashely on her way, who held her hand to stop her. [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]

The joy I received yesterday when Delilah leaked the photos through Rosaline’s social media account is what got me smiling so early in the morning. I slipped into a tailored cream dress, one that spoke of quiet authority without shouting for attention. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked out, my bag already packed with files I did not need. The truth was, my real purpose was not paperwork ,it was presence. I wanted to see Jackson’s empire shake under the weight of betrayal, to watch him squirm while his precious investors tore him apart. Well the handful of investors that were still with his company.

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

I had cut down more than I could count already, my claws slick with gore, my chest burning from the strain of shifting back and forth to protect the weaker ones. But every life I saved was another that slowed me down. As much as I was willing ti di everything in my power to keep ny people safe, every moment spent shoving a child into safety or pulling a bleeding elder from the dirt kept me from where I would have preferred to be. Ashley. If Carina had been right, and Jace hsd obtained the Ignis relic truly, then we were all in serious trouble. And from what I knew about that Alpha, he had somehow become obsessed with Ashley to the point where his inability to have her for himself had driven

When I died, there was a woman reeking of talcum powder straddling me. She was my third client that night—and my last. She told me her favorite sound was the crisp snap of breaking bones—more beautiful than any music. My right hand had just been twisted at a grotesque angle, accompanied by her satisfied sigh, until it broke clean through. The pain hit like a white-hot brand, searing through my nerves—then receded just as fast, like a tide pulling back. All that was left was a numb, bone-deep cold. I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body.

His silence lasted too long. Far too long. Then he finally spoke. "The kind nobody wanted recorded." The room instantly understood. Secret meetings. Illegal deals. Hidden transactions. Everything connected to the Ashworth family seemed to lead back to secrets. Vivienne suddenly grabbed the edge of the table. Hard. I immediately moved toward her. "What is it?" Her eyes widened. Another memory. I could see it happening. She wasn't looking at us anymore. She was somewhere else. Somewhere in the past. "Vivienne."

His smile was small as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand and watched her fingers as they danced absently across the spines of the books he'd brought with him. Ashlyn returned his smile with the ghost of one before she glanced away, opening the cover of one of the books and flicked through several pages. The words danced across the page, speaking tales of chivalry and anguish, war, victory, and hope. Tales that she couldn't wait to dive deeper into that night. She closed the book again and blushed when she realized that he'd been watching her as she read. Thank you again for the books. You really didn't have to do that, Ashlyn smiled, thankful that they'd been saved from the tomato s

She smirks and lifts up her eyebrow a bit. Hyejin looks at her with a bit of surprise look. She bit her lips and squinted her eyes, looking at Athena. "Follow me." Athena led her to one of the library rooms on the ground floor. The room is a bit messy, with many books piled up waiting for the servant to clean it up. Because Asher always used the library to find his material for work, they rarely put back the thick book on the shelf. Worry that Asher might scold them if they put it back in its place.