Sweet Dreams Kristen Ashley Novels & Stories

Alexander husky voice got closer as he slowly walked towards me. What!? Shower?! Together!? No, no, no, that's too embarrassing... My face got redder as he lifted me into his arms, walking towards the bedroom. The lights were dim as I saw a huge round bed with silk black blankets and white lace curtains. The whole room smelled like jasmine, setting the mood and a huge balcony showing the night sky lit up with stars from outside.

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

… Giselle immediately jolted awake. Her hair was damp with sweat, and her dazed eyes stared at the white ceiling above. It took a while before she could gather her thoughts. Her fair skin was tinged with a faint blush. She felt ashamed of herself for having such a dream at the age of 25, especially since the man in it was the unattainable Chester. Although her dream was interrupted, it didn't change the fact that she had fantasized about Chester. She felt too ashamed to face him now.

The Lake Como estate was quiet in a way the mansion back home never had been — no scorched east wing, no yellow tape, no ghosts built into the walls. Just water, stone, and the low hush of staff who'd learned not to hover. Eve sat on the edge of the bed in the master suite, watching Alex sleep off the last of the sedatives the private doctor had given him, his bandaged shoulder rising and falling in a rhythm she'd counted a hundred times since the flight.

she relives THE NIGHT even if she doesn't want to. STRIKE OF MIDNIGHT might have instilled chaos in princess Cinderella but it does nothing more than a twitch to Sarah Patel– a subtle reminder for her circadian clock to start ticking perhaps, but that's all it. Damp hair brood a numbing cold beneath her white t-shirt. The hem grazes against the white tiles as she sits cross legs on the floor. Her eyes trace along the veins of a large Monstera leaf, while her hand pulls down a rag incoherence. The house buzz with a thick silence until the acoustic guitar of ‘Believer’ bombards the space and Sarah resurface from her void of meditation, darting to her phone. “I'm starving!!! Let's go out for di

I closed my eyes and then I saw Mr Blake Jensen thriving in the dark road, he was mysterious to be found, he clasped my arm and made me pin to the wall, his cold fingers were inked to my skin, and then he whispered my name, "Ashley," His long fingers were making their way to my upper thigh to my bare stomach and then he sucked my earlobe while whispering my name. "Wake up!" Shit! Was I dreaming? Yes of course you were dreaming! Why the hell do I seductively dream about Mr Jensen? Have I lost all sense? "Now look straight and close your eyes again," He came closer step by step and slowly nibbled my bottom lip, his eyes were profound, and then he captured my lips with his making me surrender u

This woman looks like she could kick our asses if she wanted to damn! "Carmen I'm so glad you could make it love." Ashton goes into hug her and she grabs him by his manhood "Babe oww I'm sorry. Fuck what the hell Carmen?" Oh shit that's his girlfriend by the looks of it and she is pissed. "Ash where have you been? No calls or texts for 3 weeks? I'm not some ho and you won't treat me like one." she snaps at him "Baby things have been crazy with work. I wasn't purposely ignoring you I promise. Before I could get back to you my niece went missing so I had to come back here to handle this mess. Please baby let go of my dick I need that for later." he winks at her. Damn he got some game still at

They annoy me these two The next day I get a call from Christ Me: why do you wake me up at this time? Christ: val sleeper, you like to sleep too much. It's 11am Ashley Me: I'm tired lol, yes new Christ: I was browsing the net and saw a great dress. I immediately thought of you Me: oh good? Christ: yes you will be beautiful with I swear to you, I will send you the link immediately by e-mail Me: ok wait i'm looking

This was not the woman he was in love with; how could he live without her? “Babe...babe...” He couldn’t hear the voice calling out to him at first. “Henry...” He looked up. It sounded like it was coming from a distance at first. “Babe...” His eyelids fluttered open as he felt soft lips press against them, and his tongue darted out and licked his lips. He could hear a soft giggle from a toddler and a woman—his woman. He slowly adjusted his gaze to the well-lit room. Sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows. His confused face turned into a wide smile when he saw Ashley clad in a peach satin sleeveless dress that stopped high on her thigh. The color was a beautiful contrast against her

she continued, “I want to feel silly and wanton; I want to wave your magic wand and carry me into a dreamland where I can lose myself completely. I have missed you, darling. Haven’t you missed me?” “I’ve missed you too, immeasurably. It’s been a long time. Come closer angel, we have a lot of ground to cover.” But even after taking her in his arms, he looked closer at her and leaned, taking her lips on his, merging the two broken pieces until the Sun rose again. Ashley had been awakened from her sleep by the noise of her ringing phone. She looked at it only for her to discover it was her mom. “Good morning mom,” she said, wincing like an infant.