Ashes Book Novels & Stories

She moved towards him and saw it busy playing with her phone "Is that what it is?" Asher asked as he removed his shoes. "Ok, nothing Chinese games. How's Abraham?" Haya asked while still playing with the cell phone. "He woke up earlier" he murmured before moving on, "I really want to believe he heals right away." After taking off his shoes Asher went to his closet and took a change in clothes and got dressed. Curiously Haya noticed that he was changing and saw his back against hers. He saw her body, the forms of her muscles were smooth however they were obviously solid and strong.

Ash’s eyes flicked up instantly and he nodded, stuffing the letter into his pocket before dashing out of the large double doors. Apparently, Ash wasn’t looking where he was going and crashed into someone. He plummeted to the ground, eyes closing as he hissed in pain. He rubbed his lower back and cursed at himself before finally looking over at the person he hit. It was a young woman with a suitcase, attempting to pick up her scattered papers and stuffing them back into the suitcase. There were tears rolling down her face as she bit her lip to stop any noise from escaping her mouth.

Eliza had gone upstairs and Ash had followed her. She sighs and drops the book onto the dressing table and runs her hands through her hair in frustration. Ash tries to hold her but she pushes him off, she’s too antsy to let him right now. He looks at her, the hurt look on his face cuts at her heart, she knew she was being mean.

Lorelei took a wrapped parcel from her bag and handed it to him. “What’s this?” “Happy birthday, Asher. I know it’s tomorrow, but I wanted to get this conversation out of the way,” she said. “You didn’t have to get me anything,” Asher said, as he started pulling the wrapping paper off. “It’s one of those old books you were always going on about. I found it online, and it’s been sitting on my desk for about two months now.” Asher’s eyes widened as he looked at the cover and read the title. ‘History of the Origin, Progress, and Termination of the American War.’ He opened it and saw that it was a first edition.

Still it's better than being killed by mom on the way to school. I got out a pair of black ankle booties with a brown thick heel. The heel wasn't very tall just a couple inches. Enough to give me a little height boost but not make me look like a giant. I did braid my hair to the side just in case as well. I didn't want to worry about the mark peeking or anything. "That works too. I can't even see it." Ash commented as he entered the room. He looked right at the spot where my mark sits, but he couldn't see it. "Ready to go?"

Lysander and Kaelen caught up with us as we reached the landing. I skidded to a halt. Ash sat on the floor with Claire in his arms. She was covered in blood. It spilled from her chest, pooling on the floor and smearing over Ash’s hands. He tried to stop the flow with his palms and magic, but the crimson liquid escaped between his fingers. “No!” I fell to my knees in front of them. “She’s going to be okay, right?” Ash gazed at me in horror. “I lost her.” “What? No. Heal her. You’re a Fae, heal her!”

Chapter- 53 The next morning, Ashley woke up earlier, she did some meditation to clear her mind after her morning chores. She had a big nutritious breakfast and watched some television after getting an appointment with the doctor. Then she got ready in a pair of black leggings, and a denim shirt. She came out of the house carrying her purse and waited for a taxi. Before getting one, she looked around and didn’t say any of Hector’s men there. But once she got into the taxi, Hector got a call from his men that Ashley is going somewhere.

Daisy got into the car and closed the door. Caleb leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed. Sweat covered his forehead. Daisy looked out the window. The lights of Verdant Manor grew farther and farther away as thick smoke rose into the night sky. She tightened her grip around the divorce agreement in her hands. This time, she was truly free.

However, the sports car engulfed in flames was one of only three in the entire world. One of them was a wedding anniversary gift that Logan had given to me. Logan’s finger hovered midair. He tapped on the news. His gaze locked onto the screen when the photo of the crash site loaded. A charred arm dangled from the stretcher, so badly burned that it was unrecognizable. Nearly everything had been reduced to ashes. The only thing that survived the flames was the distinctive platinum band on the ring finger. With his eyes widening, Logan jolted up from the sofa.

Felix chuckled. “Alright, alright! I’ll get the blue book now!” Asher answered. Blue book? What is that? I tried to peek at them and saw that Asher was taking out a blue book inside the old cabinet. I wasn’t able to open that cabinet earlier because I was busy checking on the side table. Not that long, he took out a blue book, opened it and shrugged. “This is what we’re looking for,” Asher said. “We need to get rid of this before someone sees it.”