Ashes Book Novels & Stories

“Hey—” “…Hmm, as I expected— you are the one with the lightest injury.” He said. He’s ignoring me again. “A few cracked ribs will be healed in a couple of days.” He added. “!” Hearing his remark, I quickly run to them. But when I reach Felix, he quickly walks away and switches his target to Asha— pulling a sword out from his magical storage the moment he touches her left hind leg. “G-Grawr…!?” Asha is completely freaked out when he pulls out a transparent-blue sword.

Everything important to Ella was in a small backpack she wore beneath three layers of shirts and the only jacket she still had that she even remotely liked, a jean jacket with a rip in the sleeve she’d brought with her from France. The rip looked cool now, but that hadn’t been the way it’d looked when she bought it. She’d been wearing it one day when Anna and Drew were in an even more foul mood than usual and had taken it out on her, knocking her down and ripping her jacket. The pants she’d been wearing also got ripped and had ended up in the trash.

He remembered the coarse cloth I'd been wearing when they sold me off—and the tiny, clumsy ink orchid I'd embroidered on the hem with my own hands. By then, the fabric was so caked with mud and blood you could barely tell what color it had been. But George knew. He found me. Or rather, what was left of me.

She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself. Dorian Ashford’s coffin sat there, slick and shiny, all polished mahogany that hollered wealth even as it sank toward the dirt. The priest mumbled some nonsense about peace everlasting, his voice half-drowned by the storm, but Sienna didn’t hear a word. Her eyes were glued to that box, her jaw locked tight. Twenty-seven years of bile churned inside her. He’d left her mom to waste away in a rusted trailer, coughing up her last breaths, while he piled up his shipping billions—money built on the wreckage of the only person who’d ever given a damn about him.

I sat in the library, reading a book I had begun before Franklin passed away. Due to the craziness of the last few months, I could not read. I had not heard of the author, but the book seemed interesting. The door to the library creaked, and the scent of hot tea and peanut butter filled my senses. I look over the couch to see Ash walking in with a cup of tea, honey, and a plate of apple slices and peanut butter, “Hey, beautiful,” he said softly, “I thought you might want a snack.” I smiled, marking my spot in the book and taking the offering from him,

Hermione sang, she was wearing a beautiful black blouse with jeans. She had washed her hair and still had a faint blush on both cheeks. Her white skin gleamed like alabaster and Ruke became aware that he had not cleaned up. Hermione however ushered him out of the house, locked her door and they drove back towards the woods.

Your enthusiasm and encouragement have inspired me every step of the way, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Now, I have a little secret to share with you about Book Two. Brace yourselves, for there will be even more plot twists and turns, secrets unraveling, and unexpected alliances forming. And, oh yes, a little spoiler for you - Ashley, our fearless heroine, will find herself facing a daunting punishment, but amidst it all, she will discover the unimaginable - she will fall pregnant. The tangled web of love, loyalty, and danger will grow even more complex, leaving you on the edge of your seat.

“What is this, twin? Don’t tell me this is something inappropriate.” Ash gave her a flat look. “Seriously, Shana? You watch those things?” She shrugged lightly, a playful glint in her eyes. “What? Am I not allowed?” He simply stared at her, clearly unimpressed. She laughed softly. “I’m kidding. So what is this?” “A flash drive.” “I know what that is,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I mean, what’s inside it?” “It’s something you can add to whatever you’re planning to release tomorrow,” Ash replied. “It will pull them down even further.”

“Finding Ash is a piece of cake for me. But the main problem is getting Jared to talk. I'm sure since he has been involved with the dark witches, he wouldn't just be able to speak even if he wanted. A dark curse would have been placed on him, like an oath” Hazel paced around Liam's study slowly. Her mind was somewhere else.

It was their first night back to the normal sleeping arrangements. Ash shook his head. “No, no, things need to go back to normal.” He pulled away from the doorway and made his way to their couch. “It’s barely been a week. You have to give yourself time.” Ash scrubbed at his face. “I’ve had nothing but time lately,” he replied with a painful smirk. “I am one thousand and twenty-six years old.” “I’m sorry.” “No,” Ash jumped up from the couch. “Don’t say that as if you have something to be sorry for.”