Five Years Of Ashes Sophia Grayson Novels & Stories

He can rot himself to hell! His bloody paparazzi and that bitch Sophia! Everyone can rot in hell! I am done here. I clutched my dress and started walking to the exit when everywhere I could hear everyone whispering about Mr Jensen, Sophia, and me. I tried to squeeze myself from the crowd to leave everything forever but then my eyes landed on the very particular man! Blake Jensen was right there looking straight into my eyes. "Ashley," he whispered "Mr Jensen, where the hell---" Before I could complete the sentence. A massive explosion burned everything then it went all black. THE END

"The... the dispatch... already reached the southern lords. The seal is broken. The pack is already bleeding from the inside out." Maya stepped forward, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird, but her face remained a mask of cold, unyielding iron. She knelt beside the struggling elder, her dark eyes reflecting the dying sparks of the short-circuited terminal. She didn't flinch from the violence; she had lived among the ashes long enough to welcome it. "The only thing bleeding today, Torin, is your conspiracy," Maya said, her voice cutting through the hum of the failing electronics with a chilling clarity. "Operation Ashfall wasn't authorized by an Alpha. It was engineered b

A jagged line of gray ash had already claimed her left shoulder, creeping up toward her throat like a slow-moving fire. "It feels... cold, Sovereign. Like I’m made of winter," the girl whispered, her voice a fragile reed. Sofia felt a surge of agony in her chest that had nothing to do with the Heartstone. She wanted to reach out and pull the gray out of the girl’s skin, to wash it away with a wave of sapphire light. But she knew, with a sickening certainty, that her light would only feed the fire. Every time she tried to heal them, the gray moved faster, gorging itself on the indigo energy.

"Don't blame yourself, girl. Abusers are master manipulators. I'm just so glad you and your little girl got away safely. And now, you're under the protection of Grayson's gang." "Is Grayson going to...you know-" Chelsea asks, dragging a finger across her throat. I nod silently, my throat tightening. "Good," she says, her voice low and adamant. "He deserves everything that's coming to him. I can't even imagine what you've been through, Alyssa." "How's Gray doing anyway? Is he still single?" Ashley asks, wiggling her eyebrows. I grimace. Ashley has always had a thing for my brother, hell, for badboys in general, but I think she was always too shy to make a move. I wouldn't have minded it, thou

Jhene yells at Gray. Gray shakes his head sideways and gives Jhene back her phone. " You know I thought he was dead. What's wrong with you Carter's!" " Hey, this isn't my fault, okay. We all thought he was dead. You remembered how he left five years ago. A fuckin war and he didn't return. My mother almost suffered depression and she spent a year in therapy. If he's back I have no idea." Gray says, he's angry or maybe pissed.

“What do you want, Grayson?” He gestured toward Sophia, who stepped out of the car with an exaggerated air of confidence. “I’ve brought your Luna and wife back to you,” Grayson announced, his tone mocking. Sophia smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Dear husband,” she said sweetly, her words dripping with sarcasm. My jaw tightened as my anger boiled over. “Sophia is not my Luna,” I said through gritted teeth. Grayson stepped closer, his expression darkening. “You can deny it all you want, but the fact remains. You owe me, Ralph. I provided the antidote when you were poisoned. I saved your life.”

But, he and Ash Grey were like light and darkness, direct opposites who had no business with each other or an excuse to cross one another's path. Also, adding to the piling up to the available information was the mysterious fact that Ash had only relocated to Rosewoods from Greece five years ago. So why exactly was this man called Ash Grey after him? Noah tilted his head to the side as his eyes narrowed. Ash Grey had just managed to successfully spike up his interest and this time, he would be attacking first.

Daniel Gray’s POV The tunnel’s damp air clings to my skin, the faint hum of machinery underscoring the chaos I’ve orchestrated. Sophia’s scream still echoes in my mind, her defiance a spark I hadn’t anticipated, but it changes nothing. She’s sprawled in the chamber now, her body slumped behind a crate, the drug from my syringe pulling her into unconsciousness. Her hand rests on her stomach, protecting the child Julian’s child, my great-grandchild, the key to my legacy. I adjust my coat, the weight of the pistol reassuring, as I step over the pipe she swung at me, her desperation leaving a faint bruise on my shoulder. She’s stronger than I expected, but strength means nothing against my plan.

"I'll talk however I damn well please. You've humiliated this family. You're a disgrace." Liam placed a hand on Sophia's shoulder. She was trembling, her chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. His touch steadied her. "You left me at the altar," Sophia said, her voice cracking. "Edward humiliated me. And this is what I get?" "You brought it on yourself," Gray spat. "You're useless. Always have been." Liam's hand tightened on her shoulder. He kept his expression blank, but his knuckles had gone white. Gray stepped closer, his voice booming. "You know what? From this moment, I don't wanna see your face ever again.”

ALTHEA “Asher! Asher!” I scream. “Stop it! Stop it, please do something!” He hears me. I know he does. His eyes flutter closed for a second. Just one, and he swallows hard, like he’s trying to force the sound of my voice out of his head. “Five!” Sophie’s cry rips through the air. It’s not just pain, it’s pure undiluted agony. It’s the kind of sound that carves itself into your bones. I cover my mouth, but it doesn’t stop the sob that escapes me. She still has ten more.