Ash And Oblivion Full Name Novels & Stories

Asher nodded in the embrace, and pulled Miranda out of the chair. "Get Miranda and the others out of here." Asher expressed to Joshua while locking his gaze on Damien's turned back. "What are you going to do?" Joshua asked Asher, while Miranda glanced the Alpha's way with a panicked gaze. Asher's dark domes and yellow rims suddenly filled with an air of malice while he strictly focused his vision on Damien, like a velociraptor hunting prey. "I have a promise to keep." Asher expressed, referring to avenging Anise's death.

“You’re the new one, right?” Ashara nodded slowly, her breath catching. “Stand up.” “What?” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I said, stand up.” Micah shifted uncomfortably. “Come on, Aaron, don’t do this.” Taylor frowned. “This isn’t freshman orientation, Blake.” But Aaron ignored them all. Ashara stood slowly, cheeks burning, hands clenched at her sides. “Name,” he said flatly. “A-Ashara.” “Full name.” “Ashara Kael…”

Our team really needs you. She pulled out her phone and showed me everything, including her studio and her team. Immortal Ashes (IA), wholly funded by Ivy Calder. I stared at her in shock. "You actually built a team?" That name sounded oddly familiar. Was she not the daughter of the real estate tycoon behind the Calder Group? "Is your father Gordon Calder?" I asked. Ivy scratched her head shyly and smiled. "That would be my dad." "Then why would a perfectly good heiress run around building teams and pretending to be a nurse? What are you trying to do?"

She was born in flames, and from these ashes she would rise—and destroy the entire damn system. --- In the background of a single penthouse far, far away, Adrian Sinclair gazed at the first headline brave enough to ask the question: **Who is behind Nova Ascendancy Group—and why are the titans of Wall Street terrified?** He smiled, the glint of a worthy adversary lighting up his single. "Well done, Natalie," he whispered. "The game is on."

The guild members' resolve held strong, and they emerged victorious once more. Finally, they reached the last floor. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as they entered the final room. Samuel's voice crackled over the communication devices, guiding their movements. As they stepped into the room, the sight that met their eyes was chilling. Greyson stood before them, his expression a mix of arrogance and defiance. He was flanked by his remaining henchmen, their guns aimed at the guild members. "Jota," Greyson's voice was mocking, his gaze flickering over the guild members. "You've come to face me at last, be ready to die."

I did not know what she was getting at until I noticed a round burn on her arm and released that the prick had burnt her with cigarettes “Can you tell me his full name? I have been trying to find out about him, but he is a ghost, and I am getting nowhere” “His full name is Phillip Lord. He told me he is a plumber, but I know that is a lie. I also know that you know what he really does. I am fine if you are unable to give me that information. I also know that he wants me dead as he has met a new girl that he wants to destroy. He will come back for me, I do not want any of you getting hurt in the process. I am happy to give you what you need and then return to my life”.

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

I ask. "We needed her identity kept secret, even from the Scorpions. We couldn't afford for her identity to be compromised." Matteo responds. "We wanted to give her a name that wouldn't connect her to us. To ensure that Craig never found her. We used my mother's maiden name, so that way she would still be connected to us, but without others knowing." Matteo responds. "So what's her full name?" I ask. "To us, she is Sienna Genesis Martinez. However, she goes by Victoria Sienna Knight, or Vics for short." Matteo says. Making me more confused.

And now I knew she was alive. Or at least, she had been. Her name was Dahlia Renner. She was somewhere in Ashford Hollow. “She’s alive.” The words came out barely above a whisper. I looked at Teo. “She’s alive. Ashford Hollow. My father knew where she was all this time.” Teo went still. “Ashford Hollow,” he repeated. He said it slowly, as if the name itself meant something. “Elias, listen to me.” I waited. “If your father wrote that name down nineteen years ago and never went after her himself, there was a reason. It wasn’t only because he was afraid of leading someone to her.”

The man stood with slow grace, like he didn’t need speed to be dangerous. “Dax Ashthorne,” he said warmly, as if greeting an old friend. “You look tired.” Dax’s voice went low. “Hollow King.” The man’s smile widened, pleased. “That name survived.” He touched his throat mark with reverence. “They tried to erase me. They couldn’t even erase the rumor.” My breath shook. “Who are you?” He looked at me, and I felt his gaze like fingers sliding under my skin. “The first ashbound your covenants ever feared,” he said softly. “The one they caged and named a monster so the world would forget what I was.”