Ashes Book Novels & Stories

Messy script depicted each memory I ever had with Tyler, all leading up to our encounter in the woods. I tucked the book back on the shelf, and moved onto the next one. I had no idea how long it took me, as time seemed to be still in my mind. Book after book, memory after memory. Leather bound books, hard cover books, short books, withered books. Each were as different and unique as the memories being placed within them. I finished with my memories of Alpha Asher, every last one of them. His book was larger than the others, the cover a startling shade of black, flecks of silver embedded into the cover.

A few days later, a story broke about Vance Group. A senior executive had assaulted a low-income college student the company had been sponsoring. The story moved fast. The market took it harder. Vance Group lost more than half its market cap in a day. Retail investors dumped their positions. Institutional shareholders followed. Nobody wanted to hold paper that was about to be in court. Cassia stepped in and bought everything she could touch. Every share went into my account. I came out the other side holding sixty percent. The company was mine.

The video on it was the security footage I'd pulled from the incident with Rachel. Shock and anger washed over him. She had lied to him! Thinking back over everything that had happened, Cole called his assistant and ordered him to dig up everything about Rachel and her return. His hands didn't stop trembling. He felt like his heart was being ripped apart. Laura knocked on his bedroom door and slipped in, holding out the plain ring she'd hidden away. "Mr. Hartness, Ms. Cavendish chose to throw everything away, but I secretly kept this ring." Cole's eyes turned red as he clenched the ring in his fist so hard his knuckles went white. His lips trembled as he asked, "Tell me… Was it that night th

"Then why would a perfectly good heiress run around building teams and pretending to be a nurse? What are you trying to do?" Did rich people all have this kind of eccentric streak? Ivy laughed awkwardly. "I'm not actually a nurse. I borrowed the uniform. I heard you were in a car accident and came specially to see you, but I was afraid you'd think it was too forward... "And I built this team because of you. I like you. That is why I entered this industry. "Ash, join Immortal Ashes. I want to build a team just for you. From now on, you will be second-in-command at our studio."

She couldn't get any sleep,that night. Two years together, reduced to a single text. She was bruised on the inside, Still, rent didn’t care about heartbreak.she walked into Beam & Byte Cafe the next morning and pretended she wasn’t shattering quietly. The bell over the door chimed,The room reacted with voices thinning, postures straightening, The air shifted like someone important had just stepped into the center of it. Asha didn’t look up,She grabbed a tray of drinks, pivoted and collided hard with a stranger.

“Okay, this is total BS. Why on earth would Sasha do something like this? All the elites will come for her! God, she's fucking cunning.” He sounded like he was talking more to himself. But yeah…he was right. Sasha just confirmed that subs were really bullied to death at Delengade and she even turned in her own friend. All to convince me she was serious about being a changed person? I hated to admit it, but it was working. My phone started to ring again and I answered it knowing it had to be Layla. “Are you done watching?” She asked. I turned to Peter whose expression was hard as he stared at me.

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.

Ashe, our British babe and best-selling paranormal romance author, has gotten pretty much all of us into the habit of saying “Oh my Goddess' ' in situations like this. It’s become a thing. Her beautiful, short and curly hair is a new color this month, a pretty blue and pink balayage that compliments her porcelain skin and green eyes. She’s petite and her boobs are phenomenal, and honestly, we are all a little jealous at how big but perky they are. Kita often jokes that she’s a little gay for Ashe, but lesbe-honest, we all are a little gay for Ashe. “Nerina! I can’t believe you are joining the old birds club!” Ashe says as she pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. “Ashe! I’m so happy that you co

I hate more that part of me understands why they do. Understanding is not forgiveness. It is only harder than hatred. Branches scrape my sleeves. Mud sucks at my boots. My body aches in layers, palm, ribs, back, hips, the deep center of me where magic and motherhood keep arguing over the same blood. Ashen shifts once. I stop for half a breath. Kael turns. “I’m fine,” I say before he can ask. His eyes drop to my stomach. “I said I’m fine.” “I heard you.”

Delilah’s Point of View The brush slips in my hand, dragging a crimson streak of lipstick too far past my lip. “Damn it,” I hiss, tossing it onto the vanity table with more force than necessary. The sound echoes in the room, sharp and accusing, like even the walls know I am unraveling.