Ashes.to Ashes Dust To Dust Novels & Stories

Her face soon blackened until everything turned to ashes. And ashes it would be.

Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest. Speechless, Adeline stood up, but she only stood there, her hands shaking and chest burning as the chains shook with kneels after kneels that followed when Idaliah herself kneeled. She absentmindedly looked around and found fifty hearts offered and fifty heads lowered for her. "Alpha."

'Maria' pressed, a glimmer of hope threaded into her words. "I wish it were that simple," Asher admitted, his countenance marked by a profound resignation, as though he had traversed the arduous terrain of searching and ultimately surrendered to the weight of defeat. "She vanished into the shadows of obscurity," he added, his gaze bearing the weight of a past he could neither alter nor escape. Weariness draped his words, a testament to the fruitless quest that had thus far consumed him.

" Landen ,If Nithra is alive I would have stood alone .As usual my aura ,might be .She is my strength .I lived for her .But ,now I don't have a strength. I am similar to corpse . If her death is an natural one ,I would have been just a wound and after days ,it might have healed. but ,it's not an natural death .It's a painful death .The way ,how I showered her love .Is the same way ,how I break and crushed her into pieces and made her end up with death .I can still ,recall the happy words which she mentioned me and imagined to open up . Exactly,I don't know what happened on that day . But,when I regained my sense back all I knew is I had bullied my Nithra with vulgar words and broken het trus

“What was that vial?” He swallowed so hard, she could hear it over the phone. “It’s a sedative, the extra-heavy kind used on movie sets to keep dead bodies from looking like they’re still alive. I learned about it in one of my photography classes. They don’t use it often because it’s so potent, but if you drink that vial, your family will think you’re dead.” Ella puzzled over his words. “They’ll think I’m dead? How does that help?” “They’ll take you to the funeral home. I have a contact there. I’ve already spoken to him. He’ll make sure you’re not embalmed or anything like that, so when they put you in the mausoleum with your mother, you’ll be fine.”

I breathe out, my energy slowly draining away that I could no longer stand still. "There's no network sweetheart" He stops against a tree before leaning back, stuffing his hands in his pocket and throwing his head back as if posing for a photo. "I meant the message through mind-link.I am not a member of this Pack but you are" I explain whilst sitting down on the roots.The sun has begun to set down, taking away the little bit of light that was helpful in the forest.Now it's shadowed and within a while, we will be surrounded with darkness. The thought itself made me anxious.I hate darkness.It only reminds me of the brutal death of my best friend.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

She cremated Isaac and Mandy, scattering their ashes in a pauper's field. "You two deserve each other. May you never hurt anyone again." Ashley, thank you for everything. We'll be friends again in our next life. A breeze blew, and my soul vanished.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

My chest felt heavy, like every heartbeat was dragging me closer to a choice I didn’t want to make. Then Knox stepped forward. “We can’t wait. They’re laughing at us and we won't have that.” His gaze slid to me. “Unless someone here wants to talk peace.” I met his eyes. “I want to think before I bury another brother.” “Thinking doesn’t stop bullets,” he shot back. “You gonna write them a letter, Ash? Ask them nicely not to kill us?” A few brothers snickered, uneasy laughter mixing with anger. Griff slammed his fist down. “Enough! Ash, you in or out?”