Novels by Ashleh Queen

I cried three times writing this chapter. But know that I am way too emotional. Some might be able to take it but I couldn't.She tried her best to get her hands free that he effortlessly secured in his one hand. She was trying her best to get away from his touch but there wasn't much place. "Please, let me go," She requested shaking but that person didn't hear and tore her shirt. "Daddy!!" She yelled so hard but was welcomed with punches one after another. She heard her bones breaking and went limp. She stopped sobbing. Even breathing hurts. She couldn't even turn her face to look at that person while her tears silently fell. She could still feel

Still shaking violently she looked around at her surroundings. It was more like a large hall having dust everywhere. Not being able to stand in her grief anymore she sat on the floor sobbing. She worried about him coming or ask her more questions or fear if he would beat her.She felt cold with all the things he did to her. He looked insane not listening to any of her pleads. She tried to control her breathing but shivered a little on the thought of confronting him again.Oh, God, no, what just happened?

He was on his third smoke as he roams in his office alone. Some other companies managed to launch their whole ten designs for upcoming luxury cars. While his company had invested hundreds of millions for designs, manufacturing, and upcoming launch. Though he wasn't directly involved in the project, the project was being dealt with Miller automobiles.Just an hour ago he dismissed the C.E.O of that automobile industry, designers, and all the planners associated with that project. Of course, he suspended them all until the investigation would run and the culprit will be identified. He managed to get his private investigators on this incident, too. But he could sense that matter was beyond that. There was some blind spot he can't figure right no

She was a little surprised. But soon composed herself before replying, "Y-yes, thank you."Clueless what she talks about next she stayed silent."I heard Carol was here, today?" That woman asked. Her voice was so cold and sharp that it almost made Sydney flinch."Yes," Sydney replied."I heard that you are not even a high school graduate. Is it true?" The woman asked.

She went inside. And tried to tell herself that she had more autonomy after him and she should be cheering. But the day felt so long. And this is when it struck. I can use his T.V all day long. For seven days.And she did pass her time watching T.V. or sketching something. Until now she had a sketch of that broken fountain, their own home, her old playground, her old home, her father, and her mother. She didn't have any pictures to keep them alive in her memories. And she read the magazine totally forgetting about the dinner. But when she finally felt hungry she only opted for simple orange juice and called it a day.But in her dreams at night she could hear Isabella's voice. She was talking about punishing her. A day that she can mark as one of the worst was being lived all over again. Having more than a 100 fever was making her shiver even more. She knew she can't take it. But at this point, she knew that pleading won't do. Her ankle was b

"It's me," He whispered and came at top of her. She inhaled sharply in response as panic surged in her body. She waited for being hit but he didn't. His hands were too busy to roam over her thighs and her waist. She could smell alcohol in his breaths. While his mouth was lost in the crook of her neck nuzzling. Loving the way she was scented and waxed for him.She tried to be composed when he trailed his mouth a little down. His hot breaths made her inhaled deeply as he sucked her nipple a little too loud that she was beyond mortified. The last thing she wanted him saying that she acts like a sl*t in his bed. So, she covered her mouth with her hand to not let any sound out and refrained from grabbing onto his shoulders like she did last night.