Novel & Cerita Angela's Ashes

As if she had already chosen the world she wanted to live in. I rose. My knees left prints in the mud, half filled by the river’s edge. When I stood, the cold air pulled me back into myself. The moon trembled across the surface, broken by current. The ash began to move downstream, slow and gleaming, as if the river itself was carrying the dead toward whatever waited for them. I turned away and followed the sound of fire rising in the distance. Kael (POV) The ash came first.

Together, they sat in silence, clinging to each other as the red light above the operating room continued to glow. THE NEXT DAY ~ THE DIAMOND MANSION The sun filtered faintly through Anastasia’s velvet curtains, but she didn’t stir with guilt. Instead, she stretched lazily across her silk sheets, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. She reached for her phone, unlocking it with a single swipe. The headline plastered across every news site made her smirk widen. "Damon Williams’ Hidden Daughter, Penelope Williams, Involved in Terrifying Accident"

"Slowly is how it works." They paid. They left the shop into the December afternoon, Dana with the remains of her champagne glass etiquette and the look of someone who had been given something to think about. Zara with the garment bag over her arm and the specific satisfaction of a decision made well. Walking back toward the subway, Dana said: "April twenty-sixth." "April twenty-sixth," Zara confirmed. "I'm going to cry the entire time." "I know," Zara said. "I've arranged a sufficient supply of tissues."

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

Bill was equally shocked, staring fixedly at Angela as if he had seen a ghost. "Can you two not tell whether I'm dead or alive?" Angela raised an eyebrow with a smile. "But honestly, I'm not even dead yet, and you're already so eager to hold a funeral for me. Aren't you basically cursing me to die?" "Yeah! She's alive and well—what are these two even doing?" "Could it be they're trying to curse her to die so they can inherit her estate?" "How can there be such parents in the world? Wait a second—didn't Judy just say they brought Angela's ashes back after cremating her?"

“I’ve already written this list down. Come into my office and I’ll hand it to you.” I turn to Angela. She’s crying still. I ask her, “Is Juliana…she’s dead?” Angela nods, crying harder. “I don’t know who did this to her. I don’t know who could be capable of doing such a thing. It’s just so damn tragic. She didn’t deserve this!” I’m taken aback and even feel lightheaded. Juliana, dead in the morning that I had to give her her blackmail money? Dead? This can’t be. No, this is too crazy to be real. Too crazy.

Angelina decided to go to the columbarium, where Hana's ashes were kept. There, she prayed for Hana's happiness in the afterlife. She kissed the small urn containing Hana's ashes. "You know, I miss you so much, Hana." Angelina hugged the small urn tightly, as if she were hugging Hana herself. "If it weren't for your command while you were still alive, I would have fulfilled all of Axton's requests. To fulfill your trust, I will continue to protect all your wealth, Hana. Until Axton truly realizes that he has been manipulated by that devilish woman!"

Even the recording stops right when Angela's stretcher is moved to the morgue. "Darn it!" Elgar exclaims in frustration, losing the trail. The man checks if there are any other recordings, including one from the day after Angela's death. However, there are no signs that anyone came to inspect the woman's body except Elgar's subordinates, who intended to proceed with the cremation and collect her ashes. "Forgive me, Angela. That's all I can do for you. I lost track of your child, and I just found out that she died one day after your death," Elgar mutters.

Angela asked excitedly, her enthusiasm making Ashleigh smile shyly. “I’m Ashleigh Hartman. It’s nice to meet you too,” Ashleigh responded timidly. Angela moved closer, allowing Ashleigh to get a better look at her. Angela wore a cropped cotton sweater, a skirt, and flat shoes, with her maroon hair pulled back in a ponytail. An ID card hung around her neck, and a customized school pin adorned her sweater. “You don’t have to be afraid. Unlike Cassidy here, I don’t bite... unless you want me to,” Angela said with a wink, causing Ashleigh to gasp slightly. Angela’s playful remark elicited a laugh from her.

I stated. Silicon Queen wasn’t able to talk for a while. Huh! Let’s see how much money you could give. I won’t let you defeat me even if it takes a zillion amount of money. “700 Billion.” "900 Billion.” Angela's POV “When did they die?” asked Lucifer when we’re finally on our way home. I was trying to put the seatbelt around my body but I failed so I just let it just lay on me. “They had an accident when I was only ten.” I replied.