Novel & Cerita Ashes Of The Past Fanfiction

Chapter: 8 ****** The day flew by in a blur, with Asher immersed in the case files, searching for any link or pattern to crack the case. However, despite his best efforts, his mind kept drifting back to Kaidën. For reasons he couldn't fathom, Asher found himself longing to see the man again. He was half-expecting someone to inform him of a visitor waiting outside the station. The feelings were inexplicable, but they lingered, refusing to be shaken off, no matter how deeply he buried himself in work.

Ashley was supposed to get along with him, so that her third plan on the revenge list would work, but Aiden McCurdy was just too arrogant, and Ashley was just too stubborn to conform. Stubbornly, Ashley got up from the bed, and attempted walking towards the door, but her legs gave way, and she swerve downwards, but Aiden stood up just in time to grab her waist and save her from falling, but she still fell down. Aiden fell first, and Ashley landed on him. He held her gaze in his amber eyes, his lips was just a kiss away from hers. Ashley smelt the cologne from his aftershave, she breathed in his manliness, and slowly sweat broke on her forehead. Her body arched in all the wrong places, and sh

Clutching my skirt with my chest which felt tight. I don't want to fall into the same hole again. I don't want to get hurt. So, I would rather step back than have to move forward and pass through thousands of mines that could blow me up at any time. “Freya…” “Please, Ash. Don't talk any more nonsense in front of me. I've been tormented enough by all this," I smiled sadly, "You miss me? Did I hear correctly? Do you miss the woman you threw away like trash four years ago? I thought you were the one who was drunk and couldn't think clearly, Mr. Ash..."

Kira managed to say when all she wanted to do was fall to her knees and taste him once again. “Can’t have that, now can we?” He murmured. While he leaned down, slanting his mouth over Kira’s in a kiss that was scorching in its gentleness, the memory of last night buried deep in it. Kira twined her arms around Knight's neck, holding him close. She slipped her tongue past his teeth, tasting him one last time, all the while telling herself she needed to let go, to leave, and to put last night where it belonged.. In the past.

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.

‘How can I when you are all but screaming your thoughts at me? A fierce blush rushed up my neck and across my cheeks as I realized that he was also reliving my flashbacks. But in a way, it kind of hurt that he wasn’t feeling as I did whenever I thought of them. Was all that warmth that night and the years leading up to it truly fake? ‘It is best to leave the past in the past.’ Asher sighed as we stopped at our destination. ‘It would hurt a lot less.’ Before I can respond, I feel a solid wall slam against my mind as Asher cuts off the mindlink and steps out of the car. My heart screams and pain radiates through me, but I keep my expression neutral so no one catches on to the pain I’m feeling.

Ash drove to Man house and cried on his shoulder all night. He lost his father, he found out he was pregnant, and now his Alpha cheated on him with a slut. Ash was in so much pain, it numbed his ability to feel anything else

“This isn’t my story to lead... but I too want to see how this game ends.” Asher walked ahead towards the mostly destroyed palace, his steps steady and purposeful. Finn, still standing in the forest, glanced down at the cigarette in his hand. It was a shared one, a gesture between friends, unspoken but understood. With a quiet breath, he brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply before slowly exhaling the smoke, letting it swirl around him. His mind churned, the haze of the cigarette blending with the weight of the choices ahead. ***

My magic sparked—but it fizzled out like a dying star. He’d poisoned the blade. “You lied,” I whispered, the world spinning. He lowered me gently. “I never wanted this,” he murmured. “But Ashen… she’s not asking anymore. She’s commanding.” Darkness folded over me. The last thing I saw was my brother walking away… And Ashen waiting in the trees beyond. Smiling.