Kristen Ashley Mystery Man Novels & Stories

"Star Hotel, Room 501." The moment Asher threw back the blanket, his eyes fixed on a bloodstain and a necklace lying in the center of the bed. Realizing that he hadn't just forced himself on that strange woman, but had also stolen her virginity, Asher ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Damn it..." Hearing his boss curse, Asher's personal assistant panicked slightly. "Sir? Is something wrong?" Quickly, Asher commanded again, "Immediately find out who reserved this room!" The man picked up the necklace in the middle of the bed and added, "Whoever she is... I have to take responsibility."

Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them? Gina just smiled and nodded. "I was reading talk like a smarty pants and they gave that sentence under the examples of chapter mysteriously smart." Selena chuckled. "Just tell me what you mean." "I mean. The killer is a certain someone that Asriel Parker knows. Three only thing is that Asriel doesn't know that that certain someone has some secret vendetta against him or his girlfriends." Gina explained. Selena nodded thoughtfully. It would be a good idea to investigate Asriel Parker's past life or look into his past ex-girlfriends _ if any of them were living.

I knew what he wanted, and how to get him to forget about his question and focus on me. We were kissing passionately, undressing each other, when I suddenly stopped him. Something feels different to me. I was not feeling the same. All I could think of was the night with the stranger. “Are you okay Ashley?” He asked with so much concern, as it was so unlike me. “If you want we can stop.” “No Richard, I'm fine,” I said, trying to kiss him back when his words sent shivers down my spine.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

Something tells me he's not a pushover and won't allow himself be used and dumped. "Changing the subject." She says, turning to look at me with a keen intensity. "Who is mystery man, and when am I going to meet him." "He's right here in the flesh!" I whip round to see Ash stalking inside the sitting room, a glimmer in his eyes as he spares me with an intense look that warms me. He walks to Clarissa and takes her hand and kisses the top of it. "Ash Thunder at your service."

Ashley had lazily opened her eyes to the unfamiliar room. As her heavy eyes roved around the room, trying to figure out where she was, they met with the eyes of the strange man staring worriedly at her. “Who are you?” She asked. Her voice barely above a whisper. She watched as the man's eyes flew wide with fear. “Ashley?” He said. It was a vaguely familiar call and in that instance, it hit her. The sharp piercing pain at the back of head. Memories of a past locked in the deep recess of her mind and that of the past few days collided, clashing and battling for dominance in her mind.

Jake was patting the shoulder of a sobbing woman; he was whispering things to her, trying to console her. Ashley knew immediately that she was the wife of the doctor. As soon as Jake saw her, he quickly removed his hand from the woman’s shoulder, folding his hand across his chest. The cops were all lustfully staring at Ashley, who looked sexy in her lingerie like she was dressed to kill, but she didn't care. She sauntered over to the cops who were standing behind Chris, who was looking down; he couldn’t bring himself to look her in the face. "What’s going on here?" Ashley asked with her head held high.

He was perturbed by the inexplicable situation and the disarray it introduced into his meticulously planned morning. "I think she left around three hours ago. The cleaner had taken her clothes to clean for this morning. When she came back to return them, she thought your guest was in the bathroom. The security man at the main entrance called, saying a taxi came and picked someone up at around four in the morning," Frederick explained, shedding light on the woman's departure and the subsequent confusion that had followed. It was clear that Frederick, assuming Asher's early wake-up, believed that Asher had prompted the woman's exit, given that it was an hour he typically commenced his day. Thi

It was immaculate. As if nothing whatever had happened. Except a lingering echo of Damien's cologne scent in the air betrayed the recollection of last night. Asher had walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Damien neck-deep in work emails or claiming last night had been a dream. Instead, he saw a stranger. A woman sat neatly at the granite counter — long, stylish, with black sleek hair and a red business suit that screamed money and danger. She was sipping coffee from one of Damien's mugs as if it were hers.

JOANNA. A sense of dread filled me when Cassandra asked that question.. “Who is it?” I asked, my voice shaky.. I was trying to mask my fear. Cassandra pulled out her phone as I watched her in anticipation yet filled with anxiety. She pressed her phone and turned the screen to me. The picture was that of Asher with a woman, the woman’s face was blurry but they were in an intimate position because Asher was kissing her! My heart dropped and it dawned on me that Asher was really cheating on me..