Kristen Ashley Novels & Stories

She needs no one to tell her that her ex-husband’s wife is no one other than her stepsister. “I fear what I might do out of anger if I should face her now… and they got married after doing that to me…” “Mommy, can we go now?” Kristian sounds irritated and tired. “Mommy is sorry, let’s go for an ice cream first okay?” “Hmm” He replied cheerfully and Ashley took the car key from her assistant. “Stay here to receive her on my behalf, that’s good manner enough from Ashley Gu” She flips her hair and walks away proudly.

In her last life Ashley had never really enjoyed this kind of treatment. It was surreal to watch everybody staring at her in awe. Ashley's blue crystal eyes were filled with a mysterious allure as she gazed at the people watching her. Ashley looked stunning and beautiful and she knew it. Eloise had done a perfect work indeed. With each step she took down, she looked for Lance in the crowd. She spotted him just before she took her last step down. He was watching her with so much sparkle in his eyes. "He must have loved Olivia so much. I can see it in his eyes but it's unfortunate I am not Olivia." Ashley thought within herself.

“You used to be the object of my jealousy and envy.” Christine looked at Ashley in silence. “But now we are all the same,” Ashley said, with a slight disdain. Christine snorted. “Faye is the only winner now, isn't she?” Ashley shouted angrily, “That b.itch! She has... she has two fated mates! And they are Sheffield brothers!” She threw off her mask in anger. “F.uck! The last time we were in California, she was playing me!” Christine's eyes flickered as she mentioned the bombing in the football match.

The old man's arrival made Kylie's body tense, but Alena's lips curved into a bright smile. “Mr. Jake Wilson?!” Kylie screamed silently. “How could he still be alive? Shouldn't he be dead?” With eyes filled with rage, Jake Wilson, followed by the three Scott brothers, Victoria who arrived late, and a famous female designer who was a regular for top artists and the royal family, Ashley Grey, walked towards the center of the party. Everyone was stunned. “Isn't that Ashley Grey? She's a famous designer whose clothes are worth millions of dollars. I never expected to meet her.” Someone squealed in surprise and amazement.

My chest felt heavy, like every heartbeat was dragging me closer to a choice I didn’t want to make. Then Knox stepped forward. “We can’t wait. They’re laughing at us and we won't have that.” His gaze slid to me. “Unless someone here wants to talk peace.” I met his eyes. “I want to think before I bury another brother.” “Thinking doesn’t stop bullets,” he shot back. “You gonna write them a letter, Ash? Ask them nicely not to kill us?” A few brothers snickered, uneasy laughter mixing with anger. Griff slammed his fist down. “Enough! Ash, you in or out?”

Her breath… stopped. The silence was louder than the storm. Ash drifted down in pale sheets, coating blood and stone alike, muffling the world into a strange, lifeless gray. Where the colossal goddess had stood, there was only ruin, a battlefield split open, charred beyond recognition, and the fragile form of one woman cradled in Adrien’s arms. Sera Lin. Her body was still. Her lips parted. But her chest did not rise. Adrien’s heart broke into jagged pieces. He pressed trembling fingers to her throat, desperate for a flicker of pulse.

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

“Zane, this is Ashley. She’ll be acting as Cristainternational CEO.” Ashley extended a hand, her smile confident but professional. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Zane.” He shook her hand, his expression unreadable. “Acting CEO? What’s the game, Christine?” I shot him a sharp look. “Mind your business. Ashley’s the right person for the role. That’s all you need to know.” Ashley’s smile didn’t falter, but she excused herself with a polite nod. “I’ll leave you two to talk ma’am, let me know if you need me.” She turned and walked away.

The stunning beauty stepped closer, "Get your hands off of her now." "Mind your business," Cristina snapped, stepping away from me and facing the newcomer. The girl shrugged nonchalantly, "I would...if you two weren't blocking the bathroom." That voice. Recognition slammed me in the face when I realized who I was staring at. Tall, poised, with effortlessly stylish hair and cheekbones that could cut glass. Those trademark large brown eyes sold me off, and I gasped. It was her! The girl from the magazine covers. The face on billboards. It was Alessia Hart, the internationally-known model who was in a current partnership with Victoria Secrets.

The day my cancer treatment failed, I secretly signed the paperwork to donate a kidney to my fiancée, who was suffering from kidney failure. But my parents' adopted son stole the credit, then told everyone I had abandoned her because I didn't want to be dragged down by her illness and had run off with the money. Even my own parents called me heartless. They did everything they could to push my fiancée and their adopted son together, hoping the two of them would finally end up together. Then, on the day my fiancée was about to accept his proposal, she received a call from the funeral home. My ashes had been sitting there unclaimed for three years and were about to pass the storage deadli