روايات وقصص ضمن Kristen Ashley

“You never take these off.” Asher brings his wrist close to his face, studying the beads as if seeing them for the first time. He stretches his arm toward the ceiling above us. “Kristina gave them to me.” His dead wife. My fingers find their way to the blankets and curl into a fist against the fabric. I need a way to get rid of the unease in my stomach at the mere mention of her name. Choking the blankets is all I can think of. I’m not sure what to say. It almost feels like he’s telling me a secret that isn’t meant for me. One I don’t want to know.

’ Ashley thought with hatred forming in her head. “Gina Lee. A pleasure to meet you here. I’m Helen Ross, a designer at Sapphire Group.” Hearing Helen’s sweet voice made Ashley grit her teeth and formed her hand into a fist. She was trying her best not to set Helen on fire. “Oh my! You must be the famous Tiana Winters” Helen offered her hand to shake Ashley’s hand, “It is my pleasure to meet-“ She paused with her eyes wide, “You.. Ashley, is that you?”

"I didn't mean that…" "Alright." Yasmin stopped Christine from saying more, pointing in a direction. "Don't you want to take a photo with Calum? Go on." I glanced over. Calum was a very popular young actor and was very handsome. "Okay!" Christine, not daring to push too hard, nodded. Before heading over, she lifted her glass towards me and said, "Ms. Wilson, I'm counting on you for my mom's dress at the end of the month."

There was no single way in this world that Krystie was any better than her, be it in terms of looks, figure, fashion and job, as she is an A-star actress and curvier than Krystie. Some of which she had attained after several plastic surgeries! Cassandra has always liked Alex, ever since they were in high school, but not even once had he ever shown any interest in her. He was so obsessed with Krystie and completely ignored her existence. She was always the third wheel in their relationship, acting as a good friend to them.

“Hey! I don’t need people to babysit m- also it’s important to figure out which screams suits me. Now when we have time, we’ll do the laugh. I feel like a big ‘hahaha’ suits me more than a giggle and-” “Jake is an expert in this, you know. You should ask him to sit with you.” I say and Jake widens his eyes at me before giving me an angry look. “Jake! Is that you?” I hear a sweet voice making me whip my head around in the direction of the woman who broke up with Jake a month before their wedding, I finally got a good look at her. The last time I had just seen her from a distance but now here she was standing in front of me looking so simple and beautiful. She was short with dark brown hair an

She thought that concealing him from the outside world would only suffocate him. Not long that a few minutes, Kristen finally appeared. Her cream-peach halter dress shimmered softly under the warm lights of the chandelier. The sleek fabric skimmed her figure perfectly, a delicate ribbon accentuating her waist and adding a touch of romance to her silhouette. The halter neckline bared her shoulders, and the low back exuded understated elegance. Her semi-curled hair was styled in a loose updo, with soft tendrils framing her glowing face. Kristen moved with a natural grace that was impossible to ignore, the subtle sway of her dress drawing everyone’s attention.

Did Trent buy her another set of clothes or jewelry? Probably, it was surprising that they were still dating till now. Hanging out with him had also earned her fame and a lot of elites even mistook Layla as one too. “Hey. You seem happy.” I said. She laughed and I could see her flicking her hair the way she always did. I smiled, maybe I still did know her after all. “Check the news website. I told you Sasha was being serious about helping you…because of me!” She squealed.

Luna must have misunderstood him. Simon glanced at Susanna again and asked sorrowfully, "Where did Lulu go?" "My apologies, sir." Susanna shook her head again. "Mrs. Fulmer instructed me not to tell you." At that moment, a figure came running through the door. Sophie, dressed in a wedding gown, entered the wedding hall. She looked at the wedding photos being displayed on the screen, her face full of excitement. There was no hint of the frailty she had shown that afternoon at the hospital.

Both of them avoided speaking, creating a tense atmosphere. Feeling helpless, Kenneth finally broke the silence. “Don’t you want to know who the woman with Asher was?” Elena didn’t know, but she was also certain there was no one like that in Silverton city. Otherwise, she would have discovered her when she previously searched for information about the city. Kenneth answered, “She’s the heiress of the Grayson family in Brighton City.” He knew her, but they weren’t personally acquainted. They had met several times at formal events, but they had never even exchanged greetings.

The heir he had been so proud of… was someone else's bastard. And his real bloodline—my child—had been indirectly killed by his own hand. How absurd. How tragic. As for Sophia, she had accumulated a massive debt. Back when Renato was still around—and with my quiet support—she had managed to live comfortably. But after I left, the Valentino family declined rapidly. There was no longer any money to help her repay what she owed. Later, after learning the truth, she would tell her creditors, "My sister-in-law is Ellen Costello, the precious heiress of the powerful Costello family!"