Five Years Of Ashes Sophia Grayson Novelas e Histórias

Olivia, still shaken by the resurfacing memories, remained silent, though her hands were clenched tightly in her lap. Leaning forward slightly, Asher fixed Cassius with a sharp look. "Now that we’re all on the same page," he began, his voice low but commanding, "let’s get straight to the point. Five years ago, why did you imprison my mate?" Alpha Cassius leant back in his chair, a slow, amused smile creeping across his face. He chuckled lightly, as though the whole situation was a minor inconvenience rather than the life-altering event it had been for Olivia. "I knew you would ask me that eventually," he said, his voice oozing with the smooth charm.

The call ended, but the lingering unease wrapped itself tighter around her. Isla stared at her phone, the screen dimming in her grasp like the fading warmth of her tea. Her mind spiralled back to the symbol Priya had described—black, jagged, and scorched into the tile where Nathan had been discovered. It wasn’t simply familiar; it was hauntingly personal.

Then he looked at me, really looked at me. “You ever think maybe some wars just never end?” he asked quietly. “All the time,” I said. He nodded, eyes tired and old. “Then maybe the only thing left to do is pick what side you want to bleed for.” I didn’t have an answer. Maybe because I didn’t know which side was mine anymore. Before I could speak, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost ignored it, but something made me check. A photo popped up. Griff was on the ground and there was blood everywhere. The clubhouse was behind him… burning.

Sophia stare at her and shook her head. "I'm not your friend" she said. Ashley smiled. "I have only one friend then," Ashley said. "My wolf, Hailey but she had been out for a while" Ashley said inwardly calling Hailey but she didn't answer. Sophia nodded. The next night, Ashley already used three days here. The past two nights had been peaceful since Gabriel is not around. Ashley and Sophia are seated in the room laughing when Gabriel barged in drunk and angry. Chapter 1 (Continued): The Unwanted Bride

Susanna had thoughtfully added audio for full effect. "I've been back for six months. With just a flick of my finger, he's fallen into the palm of my hand. He prepared a blue fireworks show for me tonight. Since I don't like blue, let me give it to you for your anniversary celebration so that it won't go to waste." The crowd erupted in shock. Sophie's face turned pale as panic surged through her. "That bitch Luna! How dare she expose our chat records?"

" Exuding pure dominance, Tiana let out a disdainful scoff before turning on her heel and walking away with her entourage. Aspen collapsed to the ground like a pile of broken rubble. Her whole body trembled as tears streamed down her face. The pain was unbearable—not just physically, but mentally. "W-why… why did it come to this?" she choked out. "Why, of all people, is it me? First, Andrew torments me, and now Tiana! Why?" She lay there, shoulders shaking violently as sobs racked her body. Tiana had completely destroyed her face, but that was not the worst part—the worst part was that her spirit was shattered.

"Sophia, I'm right here." She turned. Looked at him. For a moment, her face softened. Then it hardened again. "You," she whispered. "This is all because of you." "Sophia, you need to rest—" "Rest? REST?" Her voice got louder. "I almost died! I drowned! I was dead for seven minutes! Because of YOU!" "You were dead because you fell through ice. Because you tried to kill Grace—" "Because YOU made me!" Sophia was yelling now. "You used me! For seven years you used me! Then you threw me away like garbage!"

I nodded and met Cole's gaze seriously. "Mr. Hartness, I've been with Tim for the past five years. He loves me very much, and I love him, too. Why shouldn't we get engaged?" Cole clenched his fists as he stared at me in disbelief. "You've fallen for him? How could you have fallen for him? Did you… Did you stop loving me a long time ago?" I sighed inwardly and answered firmly, "Yes. Mr. Hartness, please leave. Stop disturbing us."

" I was about to fall to my knees again. I would have. The pride and dignity I'd had walking in here had been gone for hours. I just wanted my father back in my arms. That was when the noise hit the house. A black SUV came through the front gate, straight into the living room. The floor-to-ceiling windows shattered. Glass flew everywhere. Through the dust, the driver's side door was thrown open. A tall figure stepped out, backlit. I could not see her face. I knew her from the way she carried herself. Cassia Wynn. The fear and grief I had been holding in broke loose the moment I saw her.