Lucy Ashley Novels & Stories

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

The table was set for two, not three, when the invitation masquerading as an order he’d received during cleanup in Chicago had mentioned both his parents would be in attendance tonight. “She decided not to fly out from New York after watching you and your team on the news. You know how much she hates watching you work. It puts her in a mood.” Charlotte Adamson, was from the British Royal family. A true socialite who only worked the elite circles of society in a dozen countries, Charlotte came from old money tied to tech companies, real estate, and water rights. Her family was known more nowadays for their multibillion dollar ownership of a luxury cruise line that ferried wealthy customers ar

Narrator- Alpha Asher casually gathered Miranda's limp form in his arms, along with her fallen keys and purse. Her head naturally leaned against his chest, and the moment her hair grazed against Asher's skin, he gladly breathed in a whiff of her natural scent. She smelled like sweet ripe oranges in the summer. Asher smiled and crossed the street, towards his SUV. He walked around the passenger side only to stop in his tracks when he noticed Joshua standing against the door with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.

That's why Lucille intended to hurt herself. “I planned it, and I'll take care of it. I can do this; just tell Lucky and Mom that I am fine. I will message you for the next step. ” Ales could do nothing but leave Lucille, she quickly got into the car, and while driving, she looked at Lucille in the back; she could see that Lucille was difficult to stand up. She was just shaken her head but let go of what was happening. When Ales was far away, Lucille sauntered to Judiel's gate. "Help!" she shouted, it was hard to walk because she had lost a lot of blood. “Please, help me!”

Layla walked to the chair on the other side and sat down. President Mason took out his phone and opened the gallery app. He tapped on a guy's picture and showed it to her. “Do you know this guy?” She scoffed and responded, “Lucas Asher, the star of America. The CEO of Perficient Investment, and the youngest billionaire that ever existed. Who won't know him?” “Zuri told me you came back to the States not too long ago. How did you know him?” He wondered. “Yes, I just returned, but no daily international news comes out without one of Asher's newly unlocked achievements standing in the headline. His achievement always owns the second and third page of international news.” Layla poured out, smili

“When I brought Loretta to the pack as my mate, everyone was happy to see her. They treated her as royalty, setting aside a special day to celebrate her. I trusted her with my heart, and look what she did with it.” A sadistic smile spread across Asher's lips, and he turned away from me, punching the wall with such force that his knuckles began to bleed. I tried to reach out to him, but he shot me a cold look, snarling and baring his fangs to warn me away. “I gave her my heart, and she crushed it to dust. She took my heart and ran with it, smashing it to pieces until I couldn't feel its beat anymore. All I felt was numbness and regret.”

And instantly regretted it. There, against the far wall, right next to the fridge where I was planning to grab water was one of the maids. The one always glued to Sienna’s side, that always folded her pajamas like origami. Her name was Lucy if I remember correctly. She was a tall, slender beauty with sharp cheekbones and silky espresso-brown hair that she wears in a tight low bun like she’s auditioning for a perfume ad. Her skin is the kind of bronze that glows even under dull kitchen lights, and her eyes that were usually cool and unreadable were now rolled back in her head, her mouth parted in a breathless moan.

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

Before leaving, Ashley told Ricky: “Keep my existence private. Just told them you have a mysterious boss. Follow the plan I told you. Fire those idle ones and promote the deserving ones. I’ll keep in touch. I’ll be injecting funds next week. Don’t worry.” Ashley left with only 15 million dollars in her card. She did not feel any distress at all. Instead, she felt happy just thinking about the information she knew. She stopped and waited for her son at the gate of Woodhill Kindergarten. Leaning against the car, she waited for her son. When she saw the bouncy little man, her cold aura vanished quickly, replaced by gentleness exclusive to her son only. “Mommy! Mommy! You’re here! I miss you!”