Five Years Of Ashes Sophia Grayson Novels & Stories

Kira muttered over the comms even as a high-angled shot took out one of the men aiming at Bones. Ysa was up high in the sky, hovering over the melee and well out of view until she dropped down onto a warehouse rooftop and flung her power at one of the semi-trucks. She didn’t have the precision Bones' telekinesis afforded him, but what she lacked in finesse, she made up in sheer determination.

I asked her. “Yes please” She smiled at me “I am Grace by the way” “Charlotte” I smiled back as I shook her hand. I then pulled out my knife and stabbed Phillip in the thigh causing him to scream. “Does anyone have any cigarettes?” I called out as I started to remove Phillip’s clothing. “What? Why?” Phillip stammered. “You used to have so much fun burning me with them, I am curious to see how much fun it is” I told him. “Can I borrow your knife?” Grace asked with a small smile.

He shifted back twice, his hands dropping off my collar as he looked from Luciana to me. "I was given a second chance to come back for those who killed me. I know all your secrets. You think you can take over Oakstone with a plot from Luciana? Never!" My eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "And now your beloved mate is paying the price. The poison will take care of her soon enough." Greg's face hardened, his eyes blazing with determination. "I won't let you hurt her, Ashley. I won't let you win." Greg rushed forward and crashed into me. I stood still, deliberately not avoiding his attack. Greg's hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing tightly.

Sabrina smiled faintly. “Exactly and same goes for Noah and you, Asher. Noah was drowning in grief, his heart closed off to everyone, even himself. He lived in darkness, consumed by guilt and mistrust. Rose brought him back to life. Her light, her kindness—they healed him, helped him remember who he truly was. She gave him peace. And as for you…Asher Gray, you carried fear like a shadow—fear of abandonment, of unworthiness, of love itself. You buried yourself in ego and pride, thinking you didn’t need anyone. But Ivy showed you differently, didn’t she? She shattered every wall you built. She made you confront the deepest truth about yourself—that all you’ve ever craved is love and connection

"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

I hadn’t washed it yet. However, when I examined the collar, my fingers paused. The button was loose. The thread looked new, like it had been forcibly pulled. I crouched down and opened the shoe cabinet. My pair of hospital slippers sat neatly inside. The soles were clean. I remembered clearly that the last time I wore them, there had been a faint yellowish stain from disinfectant. Now, the soles were gray-white, as if someone had deliberately scrubbed them clean. My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change.

Just— Connected. Two people who chose each other. Despite everything. Because of everything. "I need to shower," she says. "I feel—" "Dirty?" "Like I need to wash tonight off." "Okay." She goes to the bathroom. I hear the water start. Sit there thinking about everything that happened. Eight months of planning. Years of waiting. All culminating in one hotel room. One recording. One confession. And Julian Voss's complete destruction. We won. The revenge is complete.

"Then... the person who was taking care of you these past few days… Was that not your girlfriend?" "No. We broke up a week ago." Ivy looked awkward, clearly unsure how to change the subject. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated. Ivy let out a breath of relief and quickly helped me answer it. "Go ahead. Take the call." The moment the line connected, Grant’s furious shouting burst out. "Ash, find a time to come pack up your things and leave! Your hand is ruined. What use are you now? I'm officially notifying you that you are fired from the studio!"

Today, I'm settling the score with you! The entire ballroom gasped. Seconds later, a cacophony of hushed gossiping broke out among the guests. Everyone in Saphira's elite circles knew that Wayne had kept a woman by his side for seven years. They also knew he had recently abandoned his old love for a new one. But no one could have known that the woman he had trampled on so casually would turn out to be the long-lost daughter that the Lachlan family had spent seven years searching for.