Ash X Cynthia Novels & Stories

And started reading about love. Love imagined perhaps. Love invented. But love nonetheless. A knock interrupted her thoughts. She looked up. Dr. Matthew Greene stood in the doorway. The senior psychiatrist carried two cups of coffee. "I thought I'd find you here." Aisha accepted one gratefully. "How did you know?" He glanced toward the notebooks. "Everyone ends up doing this eventually." She laughed weakly. "I've spent six hours reading." "Closer to seven." The correction startled her. She checked the clock.

*** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable. On the corridor that leads to the club downstairs, I saw the blond chick from earlier in the VIP section. At least something would go right for the night. She looked as though she was ready to devour me right here and now. You wouldn't blame her if you looked at me. I strode to where she was. Looking at her alone I saw her forcefully take in some air. Trust me she would need a lot of it to keep up with what I was going to do to her body.

“Axel tried to kill me today. He attacked me in the forest. I did not think I would survive it. I saw life leaving my body!” Axel tried to kill Ashley? When was that? I thought the strangle episodes were the height of it. What more was Ashley suffering? I wondered and opened the next page.

As if the unknown heard, our surroundings start to fill with shadows— massive like it was going to swallow us all. Then it disappeared into thin air, leaving its remnant on the floor. Xander seems to return back to his normal state.He frowns deeply, staring at that black remnants with palpable fear in those eyes. “Xander? What is it?” I ask, my voice almost a whisper yet it feels sharp against the thick silence. He doesn't answer nor spare me a glance but runs upstairs into one of the rooms. Drax and I exchange a look of worry.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I slapped Rosa on the face. Since I had to do a lot of work by myself in the mountains, I had gotten a lot stronger. So, her face was swollen in no time. When she saw Yoel from the corner of her eyes, she took the opportunity to fall to the ground. Her white dress was tainted by the mud immediately. Yoel had just returned from collecting water from the river. When he saw what happened, he anxiously threw the bucket to the side.

Dust and small debris rained down from the ceiling, and the floor beneath us trembled. "They're coming," Lena said, already gathering the most important texts and shoving them into her pack. "We need to move." I remained frozen before the mural, my mind racing. If these texts contained information about the Phoenix Essence, about me, they might hold the key to removing the cuff. To regain my power. To remember everything. Including what had happened between Dain and me. What had turned him from ally to enemy? And maybe, just maybe, they held information about my connection to Hail across lifetimes.

“You don’t get to act like this is normal.” “No,” he said, setting the book down. “Nothing about you has ever been normal.” Her fists clenched. “You abused us. You nearly killed my mother.” “And yet here you are,” he replied, unbothered. “Famous. Powerful. A shining beacon of female resilience. You should thank me.” Cassandra moved beside her, fury blazing. “We should put a bullet between your eyes.” Vincent looked amused. “Still surrounding yourself with pit bulls, I see. Afraid to face the world alone?”

I know him without knowing how. His mouth is closed. Fear rises fast. Not fear that he’ll howl. Fear that he won’t. Fear that I’ve carried him through blood and ash only to pass down silence. “No,” I breathe. I reach for him. The distance stretches. “Choose,” I whisper. “Not for them. Not for me. For yourself.” His little chest expands. Then Ashen opens his mouth. The howl is clear. Not loud. Not violent. Not hungry. Clear.