Selene Ashford Novels & Stories

"You all saw the visions, she is lying!" I looked back and forth between them. What the hell is Selene talking about that has got Ashley so scared, she is pannicking. Selene laughed, "Ashley, you know very well there is no such vision." Ashley stood beside the Selene, her eyes burning with cruel satisfaction, while Daisy stepped forward holding the blade that glimmered under the torchlight. Selene suddenly opened her eyes, they glowed an icy blue I had never seen before, stop it, both of you, Ashley you know very well their is no such vision.

She stood there a moment after her door had shut, listening to the muffled sound of him moving around next door, and told herself the warmth in her chest was just exhaustion. It wasn’t. ***** Two thousand miles away, Flynn sat with a folder open on his desk. Selene’s employee photo clipped on top, awkward half-smile and all. He knew the file by heart now. Background, records, the usual paperwork sketch of a person. What it left out was the part where she laughed too loud at her own jokes, or the card game she’d taught him with rules she kept changing whenever she started losing. He closed the folder and reached for something easier instead — actual work, the kind that didn’t come with a cons

"It seems we both have very demanding, very powerful Alphas waiting for us upstairs. Tell me, secret Luna... what is your name?" "Selene," I answered, feeling an instant, unexplainable bond with this powerful female standing beside me. "Selene Corvinus." Renee’s smile turned razor-sharp and deeply knowing. "Selene Corvinus... the High Artisan everyone in the Darkmoon Territory is talking about. I think you and I are going to be very good friends."

After the birthday banquet, Old Mrs Niona was worried about Lily and asked her personal doctor to come over and check up on her. Only then did the old woman feel reassured. In the corridor, two handsome men stood leaning against the window sill. Damien asked Richard for a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff. The smoke filled the air. “Selene… Her real name is Maureen Ashford, and she is the legendary daughter of Richard Ashford?!” Richard still felt like it was all just a dream.

By dawn, the hotel room was a wreckage of tangled sheets and the stale scent of smoke. "I’ve settled the debt," Selene said, wincing as she buttoned her blouse over the dark bruises on her ribs. "Now, kill Lyra Ashford. Make it look like a tragic accident of the bond breaking." The hacker, lounging against the headboard, blew a smoke ring. "For a night like that? Consider the Ashford bloodline extinct." "Make sure of it," Selene warned. "Once I am officially crowned as Tristan’s Luna, you’ll be a very rich man."

"Promise me, when this is over, you'll take a vacation. A long one." A dry, tired laugh escaped her, a sound like rustling leaves. "A beautiful dream. But dreams will have to wait." She straightened, the commander reasserting herself over the weary woman. "The Crescent Moon Guild is ash. My contacts confirm it. Not a single shadow stirred from the rubble you left behind."

Selene asked. "No, thank you." "A pity. It's a lovely blend." Selene was a slim, elegant woman in her late thirties, with silver-blonde hair pinned perfectly in place and a voice like warm honey. She wore a small gold pin shaped like a wolf's head. Everyone in the pack said she was a saint. She had raised her dead cousin's orphaned daughter as her own, after all. "You must find us terribly dull," Selene went on. "After the human world. All those parties and exciting jobs."

When my ex-boyfriend Harry Thorne went bankrupt, his family forced him into an arranged marriage to save their sinking business. I handed him an abortion record and vanished without a trace. Five years later, we crossed paths again. He tossed a stack of a hundred grand in front of me, telling me to get into his bed on my own accord. I complied. In the heat of his breathless, passionate kisses, I fell under the fleeting illusion that he still loved me. That was till his fingers brushed against the scar on my lower abdomen, and he shoved me to the floor in a fit of rage. “You left me for money, and now you come back wagging your tail, groveling for the exact same thing? How shameless can you b

Rome demanded, pulling on his friend’s shoulder. “It’s just… have you heard the rumors that Lloyd Sinders had a daughter with his first wife, one that he sent away after she died? I know he’s got those two slutty stepdaughters with that washed-up model wife of his now. But, I’ve heard he had another daughter with that beautiful French model who died a few years after he married her. What was her name? Chantel Bisett.” “Wait--wasn’t she Tim Bolt’s aunt?” “Yeah. His mom’s Chantel’s sister. Her name’s Genevieve Bisett Bolt, right?”

“What do you need me to do for you?” Selene asked Jennifer. Selene was a woman who looked like she was in her late fifties. She was African-American and had a luscious head of grey dreadlocks. She was wearing a dress made of African-inspired prints and had a head tie on. She also had a scar on her left eye and just four fingers on her right hand. Overall, she was a strange-looking lady and anyone would be weary of her and her voodoo but not Jennifer.