Ash And Mallow Novels & Stories

SERAPHINA’S POV ‘Wire and Ash’ The blinding spotlight sliced through the ocean mist, turning the pitch-black deck into a stark, blinding stage. The high caliber line slammed into the glass railing above my head with a deafening CRACK, showering my hair and shoulders with heavy shards of reinforced glass. I ducked, pressing my back against the vibrating hull, my heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird. Heavy boots pounded across the upper deck. Shouted orders, sharp and panicked, cut through the roar of the dark waves.

Sa halip, mas lalo siyang napasandal sa dibdib nito. "Ang bango mo," bulong ni Asher habang inaayos ang pagkakaakbay. "Parang vanilla." Napatawa si Thalia. "Sabon lang ‘yan. Ang babaw mo talaga." "Wala namang masama kung gustong tandaan ang amoy mo, di ba?" sagot ni Asher.

I guess everyone knows we are in an unhappy marriage. The air was thick was tension for a little while before Cass turned to Asher again with the remaining slice of toast in her hand. “Asher you need to eat up so you can go to work…” She muttered with concern. Asher opened his mouth to take the remaining bites. I stared at them, my lips numb. But I thought Asher didn't like toast. He was allergic to it. “Asher doesn't like toasts, Cass. He is going to throw up.” I said, remembering the time he threw up after eating toasts.. That was when we were best friends..

[ Tw - contain violence ] "Elysia where are my high heels? Oh my goodness! Is it a crease on my skirt?" Amia shouts while moving around in the room to look for her newly bought high heels. "Check your closet" I reply boringly before applying eyeliner.Our bedroom was a mess making it a hard task for Amia to find her heels.I put the eyeliner back and grabbed the lipstick before applying it on my plump lips.

’ I called out after a few minutes, too lazy to find out on my own. ‘I’ll be right there, Malyshka’ he answered simply. He walked over with a tray of fruit, bread, and pretzels along with a bowl of melted chocolate. Impressed, I grabbed the serving tray from him while he settled across from me. Tears threatened again as he fed me chocolate covered pretzels. Sasha POV

I just only hope that I won't be too late. I manage to find my way outside, and use the opportunity to examine my surroundings. I look for anything familiar that will help me in deciphering where exactly I am. Which is when I see it. An old clock tower in the distance. It used to be part of a school, however the school was condemned years ago due to a high concentration of asbestos and black mold in the walls. Just standing in close proximity of the school would give people a headache, vivid hallucinations, with some even foaming at the mouth.

But she didn't look too happy, her hair was roughly pulled in a bun, and she sported a snarl that could thump Malfoy’s. I shut the door and followed her as she collapsed on the couch with a low growl. She had on a large sized shirt, and very expensive looking boxer shorts. They were clearly Daniel's. “What's wrong? Why are you here so early? And why do you look so angry?” I asked, sitting opposite her. She growled again and whispered something. “What?” I asked, not hearing her. She sat up, looked me in the eyes and said in a more firm voice. “Daniel's married.”

She looked at this young man in his white shirt and she said: "Can I have the check for the water, please?" "Of course. Is everything all right?" "Yes," she said. "Everything is fine." She left thirty dollars on the table. She walked out of Melo's into the November air without putting on her coat first. She stood on the sidewalk for a moment, the rattle in her purse pressing against her ribs, and she breathed through her nose the way she had learned in the meditation app she'd downloaded during bar prep and never deleted. Something came up.

Lira (POV) The air in the cleansing room isn’t just thick—it’s choking. The stench of incense coils through my nostrils like burning hair and spoiled meat. They’ve burned the same mix every time—wolfsbane ash, marrow dust, grave lilies. It doesn’t just linger. It infests. I can feel it creeping under my skin, nesting in the hollow behind my ribs. A curse-wearing perfume.

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!