Novel & Cerita Julia X Ashley

Jake held Ashley close to him as they passed Jay's table, who immediately locked eyes with Ashley. Ashley quickly looked away until she felt someone grabbed her wrist. "Ash, can we talk?" Jay asked while having a firm grip on her wrist, "Let go of me, Jay and only my friends called me Ash," she said in a cold tone, while Jake behind her tried to calm himself down, "Ashley, please, I didn't mean to hurt you, it was Tatiana's felt, I-

I was going nuts cooped up in my apartment all day. 'Then you go see a movie, grab some groceries, take up freaking knitting, or give yourself a bloody haircut, NOT ELOPE WITH THE STAR OF THE RUSSIAN BALLET.' Asya laughed as she collapsed on her bed, rolling onto her stomach. 'Where are you guys anyway?' Julian asked, seeming to have let the worst of his yells out. 'Dorset.' she replied, inspecting her nails. 'With his family.' 'HIS FAMILY?' Julian shrieked and Asya pulled a face. So not all the yells then, she thought. 'You're meeting the family-'

"Your perfection, Juliana. Pure perfection" THE END

7 years ago: Monika is preparing Ashley's favorite cake because she is coming back from college because of the holiday. She misses her daughter, and she wants her to make everything her favorite. She doesn't know how to feel. Alexander loves Ashley more than anything; he gave her everything, but Monika knows the truth. Monika knows why Alexander is doing all this and why he wants her to become a perfect woman. Monika doesn't know about her first child; she never talked to Jane after that night. She knows that if she tries, Alexander will find out.

He reached down and took my hand in his, the intense heat from it searing my flesh, then he brought it to his lips where he planted a chaste kiss upon my knuckles. My eyes widened. Somewhere behind me, I heard my mother sigh. "Please, allow me to start again," He then straightened to his full height, his hold over my hand still firm as he cocked his head to look down at me, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "My name is Rio Asheton, I believe you already know my father, and I am very glad to meet you, Cash Huxley. I've heard so many wonderful things about you from your mother and I'd like to learn even more if you'd allow me the pleasure in continuing this date."

Episode 4&5 Alyssa's pov . I woke 6:45 with alot of excitement . I brush my teeth ,took a warm soothing bath , changed into something official and comfortable. I wore a blue flowered shirt with a black blazer ontop and a pencil trousers with my black heels that wasn't too visible that made me inch taller than I was and lastly I grabbed my black Louis Vuitton fake bag . Applied little makeup on and made my hair in losed bun .

Her voice wavered as she recounted their last days together, the ambush, his sacrifice to save her. The weight of her loss was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel deep empathy for her. Yet, beneath that empathy, an unsettling emotion simmered. Lena's strength, her history with Marcus, and the ease with which she interacted with Hail all gnawed at me. As the night deepened, our conversations grew more personal. Lena's decision to join us was not just about survival; it was a step toward healing, a chance to rebuild connections in a world that had torn so many apart.

Miranda fought against him. Asher slammed a palm on the shelf near Miranda's head, causing a few books to topple to the ground. Miranda breathed excitedly, her eyelids filling with angry tears. "Don't say his name." Asher warned, then his pupils darkened when Miranda stared at him straight on. "If you're going to be stubborn..." He muttered, and the next sound Miranda heard, was that of ripping fabric. Asher didn't care that he tore Joshua's jacket and pants to shred, and he didn't stop until Miranda's legs were naked and bare of Joshua's clothes, and the only thing which shielded the rest of her figure from his eyes, was the singlet which belonged to her.

“You’re insane.” “I’m fun,” she corrected. I muttered, “You’re fucking distracting,” without looking up from my screen. She giggled like that was a compliment. “You’re just grumpy because you secretly like an athlete and you haven’t seen him in days.” My fingers froze mid-type. “Excuse me?” She smirked. “You heard me, Julian.” “I..no. No, no, no. I do not like Beckett.” “Uh-huh,” she said, nodding like a therapist humoring a liar. “I never said it was Asher.”

Jake had heard a lot of A-list people hang out here. To their surprise, they saw the beautiful Rihana, who was in Paris for business but out for a good time. She and Treasure even talked a little business together as they exchanged information for later. Jake was in awe to be surrounded by two beautiful women! He couldn't deny that he loved all women, but he had a thing for beautiful ones. They fascinated him with their wittiness, charm, and business sense.