Ashes Book Novels & Stories

She located the first aid kit, and ensured that there was alcohol, antiseptic, and Band-Aids, then she returned to the bedroom, just as Asher made his way inside. Anise disappeared from sight after sending Miranda a final reassuring nod. Asher looked over at Miranda. He tried to glare her way as he sized her suspiciously, before he headed to the bathroom without a word. He closed the door behind him and turned on the faucet. Asher washed his hands, and the water burned his cuts. He gathered water in his palms and splashed them on his face, then over his head and down his naked neck. Asher removed his shirt and washed cool water over his skin again.

ash : shutup honey how can you show my room to him me : what do you mean by it if I don't show your room should I let him to stay in my room ash : what the hell honey me : don't blame me your face is showing all answers ash : enough honey me : ok ok say did he accepted your proposal ash : yeah he accepted my proposal me : wow let's party hansika : what's going on here me : our ash is not single anymore hansika : really me : yeah niha : so now I have two sister in laws

he asked, he didn’t stay to hear her answer and just pulled her towards the dancing students, his hands circling on her waist and pulling her close that she rested her hands on his chest, his strong sexy chest. *** Asher sprinted through the woods, there was something he didn’t tell Anita. After Brianda left his room, he had fallen asleep and when he woke up, he had seen black lines on his hands, just like in his dreams, just like it happened when he was five but it had disappeared a while later. He didn’t leave the party because it was boring, but because it was hard laughing and pretending to be teasing Anita, because it was hard trying to act normal when he could feel his insides breaking

He took small quiet steps towards them. Ashley was dressed in a casual dress but in his eyes, she looked incredibly sexy. It was a sleeveless dress, with a v-cut neckline, stopping mid-thigh. Her golden blonde hair was tied at the back, and a couple of strands stuck out oddly. Her ocean-blue eyes fixated on the colourful paper in her hand. She had some colour smeared on her face.

Either way, it just kind of happened. Twenty-three year old Alex is desperately trying to work out one of his many math problems on his homework when, out of the corner of his eye, a bright light catches his attention. He turns his head, looking out the window, and there, on the roof right across from his, so close to Alex own roof that Alex could have touched his foot, was the one and only Ash.

* He thought about sitting with the answer for several minutes before he could speak it. He thought about what had changed in the years between that session and this March evening. Not everything — he was still the person who had to decide, moment by moment, to stay visible rather than manage. That effort did not end. But it had become less expensive. The muscle had developed. The decision to be seen had become something closer to instinct. He parked. He walked up. He opened the door. The apartment was quiet — both girls asleep, the good specific silence of a household where small children have consented to rest. Zara was at the kitchen table with the Achebe case documents spread out, which

"Felicity, I've finally learned how to cook now. From now on, I can take care of you too." Sometimes, it was a bracelet. "I made this myself. Do you like it?" I never responded to his letters, but I never threw them away as well. One day, I picked up the letter on the ground as usual after I finished teaching my class. After taking a look at it, the color drained from my face. It wasn't a letter from Yoel. Instead, it was a newspaper clipping of Rosa's latest creation—"The Hope in the Mountains". Because of that painting, she won several awards and became famous abroad. However, that painting was clearly the portrait I drew for Bobby.

She drove straight for a while until she reached a downhill road with very few cars, where she swiftly maneuvered the steering wheel. The car skidded, spun in place three times, and then, without slowing down, crashed directly into a tree. In an instant, the front of the car burst into flames. Hunter smiled to himself as he achieved the desired result. He took out his phone, snapped a picture, and drove off nonchalantly. Half an hour later, Flint and Maple rushed to the hospital, devastated. They released an obituary. "We are deeply saddened to announce that our beloved daughter, Luna Baxter, passed away on December 20, 2024, at 8:07 pm, due to a car accident. She was 27 years old.

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

Just then, a small head peeked through the suffocating smoke. “Madam, do you need any help?” someone asked timidly. I forced my eyes open and saw a young boy who was about the same age as my son. He was covered in ash and dirt, but his eyes shone brightly through the smoke. He was so small in size, yet he managed to muster the strength to help me up. Then, together, we slowly made our way outside. The path to the outside was incredibly challenging, and I felt like giving up several times.