Angela's Ashes Novels & Stories

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

Every step sounded deliberate, steady, as if she were walking into a throne room rather than towards a grave. She carried the flowers herself—white peonies and marigolds. Milo had once gripped marigolds with fat toddler fingers and laughed like they were treasure. She walked a familiar path. Left at the angel statue. Right past the row of tiny marble markers. Down two steps. Past the iron lantern. Under the olive tree that bent like it was bowing for her. Then she reached him. MILO CADE. ****-**** A breath stolen before it learned to speak.

He hadn't confirmed it yet but I feel the pain from him. "For sure, she is still waiting for you, Meredith Kaye." *** The wide plane of trimmed grasses and tall trees greeted me when we entered the tall black gate. It took a couple of cobblestone pathwalks until we reached the spot where Angela was waiting for me. Angela Levi Cristobal Her name was written on a white square marble, lying on the ground. The ache in my heart doubled. Everything was making sense now. "My angel died, after three months since you were discharged from the hospital, Meredith. She didn't make it. She couldn't fight her illness anymore."

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

He searched for a lighter and lit the cigarette, he dragged for a short moment before letting out puffs of air. Asher made a small noise at that moment, his eyes trailed to his son at that moment and he felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He removed it from his lips, he pressed the butt of the cigarette on the photos laid out on his table until the fire fizzled out. He crumpled up the receipt and tossed it at the open door, just then Angela appeared at the door. She had gone out earlier, she had on a short dress, and a small bag hung over her shoulders. “Henry" she called out to him in a small voice.

She looked neat, as though she were just sleeping. Angeline held Henrietta, who was on the verge of falling. Henrietta opened her mouth desperately, trying to shout, "Mom", but couldn't make a sound. Even when Anne's body was pushed into the furnace for cremation, Henrietta still couldn't cry out. They sat on the bench, waiting for the ashes. Henrietta's tears had already soaked Angeline's clothes. Angeline held Henrietta in her arms with a somewhat calm expression. Yet, she couldn't hide her sorrow, evident from the redness in her eyes.

Just like that, I transformed from a mangled body into a box of ashes. After that, she rode the Ferris wheel with my ashes. Then, she buried me beside my sister and changed her gravestone name to Angel. Then, she lost all of her daughters on the day Vanessa was sentenced to death. That day, my mother climbed to a tall building and jumped off. I watched as her blood stained the ground, just as gruesome as when Angel died. Slowly, my soul began to fade away. 'This is goodbye, Mom.'

Three days had passed, and it was now the day of Angela’s funeral. The autopsy results showed that she had passed away from a single gunshot, but had recently also been diagnosed with cervical cancer, something she was yet to tell her family. It was just after ten in the morning when Aria arrived at the church where the funeral was taking place. She was wearing a simple black long-sleeved dress, black heels and had all of her hair tied back in a sleek low bun. The weather in New-York on that day was cold, gloomy, and utterly depressing. Aria walked into the church and politely greeted some of the mourners who were already there.

I crawl onto the shore, soaked and gasping, heart hammering. “Hahaha.” I start laughing like a lunatic, breathing heavily. She's dead. “That sickly little whore! Hahaha! ...I have made sure there's no evidence. Cassian will never know. I will go back and console him with my body. He used to adore it, but now with no… Angela. Things will fall back into place.” Let me go back to the beginning in my head because I need this victory to make sense in my bones. …~...

Even as my breath may fade, know that my love for you remains unshaken. Should the worst come to pass, remember that I am not truly gone. I will always live on in the twinkling stars in the sky, in the sun's warmth, and in every beat of your heart. I ask you, my dearest Ashley, to find solace in the love we've shared, the strength we've drawn from each other, and the beauty of life itself. Live life to the fullest as you’ve always told me. With all the love in my heart, Angela’