Kristen Ashley Novels & Stories

When he looks down at me, I feel stripped bare. “Aria,” he says, “do you deny the charges?” I inhale slowly. “I deny being a traitor. I deny obeying any so-called forbidden magic. I deny harming anyone who did not try to harm me first.” “And the rogue who shielded you?” Varyn presses. “Kael of the Shadowfang?” My blood chills. He knows Kael’s name. Damien’s nostrils flare. “She aligns with an enemy bloodline. If that doesn’t scream guilt, nothing will.”

Chloe looked around the room in pure, unadulterated horror. The very women who had coddled her, supported her charity galas, and pitied her supposed illness were now turning their backs, their faces frozen in absolute social execution. Cameras flashed from the press corner, capturing not a triumphant confrontation, but a hysterical, unhinged woman crumbling before the icy perfection of the new CEO of Sterling Global. Chloe’s hands began to shake violently. She reached out, trying to grab the lapel of my gown to tear it, to cause some kind of physical stain on my perfection.

Like a pebble dropped into still water, the disturbance spread rapidly, pulling everyone's attention toward the entrance. That's when my chest tightened, a fierce, invisible grip squeezing the air out of my lungs. It was her. Ashley. She wore a black velvet gown, the color so deep it was like midnight itself. No extra embellishments, just the sharpest, most precise tailoring that outlined her near-perfect figure. Her hair was swept up, exposing her long, elegant neck. That hairstyle... damn it, it looked just like Audrey Hepburn's. For a moment, the entire hall's lighting seemed to exist only to frame her. She wasn't doing anything, just standing there quietly, yet she had stolen every breat

"For the most striking woman in Italy." The drive to the lakeside gala passed in soft conversation and lingering glances. The hall, when they arrived, was already alive with well-dressed couples from across Europe, chandeliers throwing gold light over polished floors. The room seemed to catch its breath the moment they walked in — heads turning, a ripple of whispers following the commanding billionaire and the wife who never quite left anyone's attention once she'd claimed it. Alex kept a hand at her waist as they moved through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with a dozen strangers before he leaned down. "I need ten minutes with a business contact. Stay where I can see you." A brush of hi

Katherine heard from behind her. She managed to gather enough strength to glance behind her to see who was talking. It was the young Asian woman she had seen in the picture hanging on principal Kingsley's wall, dressed in sunny yellow and white. There were two other girls behind her, one a tall blonde, the other with rusty red hair and a crown of white lilies on her head, also from the pictures. Flushing with embarrassment, Katherine pushed herself up off the floor, her humiliation complete when the girl helped her up.

She left for her classes before me as usual. I was busy with a lot of meetings from the morning and I had one more meeting with the investors. I was about to enter my office with them trailing right behind me and I stopped mid-track on opening the door to my office. I found Ashely sitting on my desk, wearing a white shirt that was too tight, making her breasts spill and a very short black skirt. Her dark chocolate brown hair was loose and messy just the way I loved it and she wore a bright red lipstick. My eyes trailed down to her thighs which was covered in stockings and was that a garter? Fuck, I had a hard-on in an instant. She immediately got up from the desk, knowing that I wasn’t alone

As they were led by the receptionist towards the table, Anthony received a call from Ashley that she would be getting a little late as she was stuck in a traffic jam due to some vehicular accident in the road. The table that Ashley reserved for them was by the poolside. Anthony took a seat first while Kirsten, still standing, took in the beautiful surroundings. “Aha, you are already married and you are still hooking up with my cousin. Shameless woman!” Kirsten heard the mocking voice. Curiously she turned to look at who was being called a shameless woman. Her body turned cold when she came face to face with Monalisa. Instantly, she understood that she was the one being called a shameless wom

CASSANDRA Adalyn’s eyes lingered on me for a while, and for a moment, I felt like prey. The royal family all seemed to have that effect. They were the predators while the rest of us were just lucky to survive. Asher’s wife was even more beautiful than I’d remembered her to be. She was tall, with deeply tanned skin, straight dark brown hair that fell to her middle back, and an angular face with high cheekbones. Her amber eyes were framed by long, dark eyelashes, and her full lips were painted a dark red to match her dress.

Kristel Vista. She remembered the new Vice President's feature. She is such a beauty indeed. She looks like a fashion model with flawless skin and looks like a local actress Kristine Hermosa. She is soft-spoken and very kind. She is sure that she can get along with Mr. Gracer. Even though her Boss is quite a snob and Bossy, Ms. Vista might be his neutralizer.

"Thank you I try " Frederick responded as he closed her door and got over to his side. He settled in and smiled at her, "I swear, you look gorgeous. Words failed me to describe how incredibly beautiful you are" He was right. Kristen had on a silver spaghetti strap halter neck gown that fit her perfectly and showed off her cleavage. The strapless back dress hugged her body perfectly making it look like she had nothing to cover. Her hair was done and she even put in some sparkle. Kristen put her hands on her chest in a dramatic way,