Five Years Of Ashes Sophia Grayson Novels & Stories

She is Ashel Damo striving hard to survived from this cruel world, she lives alone since when she is in college. When she graduated with honors, she applied and hired at Grey's Group Of Companies as Executive Secretary of Sr. Deli Grey's who is the owner of the Company. She is happy with her current situation in life, her salary is more than enough to pay for her bills, for her everyday meals, for her clothes to wear and to travel just within the country. Everything was smooth and okay, because she is more than satisfied with her work.

The witches were gone, leaving nothing behind but charred patterns on the scorched earth. When the dust finally settled, the clearing was a graveyard of ash and smoke. Rhea stood in the center, her clothes in tatters, her skin glowing with a faint, dying silver light. She looked down at her hands, which were stained with the grey dust of the women she had just annihilated. POV: Ash Ryder Ash walked through the wreckage, his heart feeling like it had been shredded by a thousand silver blades. The smell of ozone and death was suffocating. He found Micah first, the boy miraculously alive but catatonic, staring at the space where the willow tree had been.

Sophia’s POV I turned off my phone as the plane pierced through the cloud layer, leaving the glittering lights of the city far below. Outside the porthole was an endless abyss of darkness. I looked down at my hands. The red crescent marks where Sophie had dug her nails into my wrist were still visible, throbbing in time with the dull ache on my arm where Carlos had thrown me to the ground. Five years. Five years of blood, bullets, and silence. It felt like a long, grotesque nightmare. Now, I was finally awake.

The music throbbed, eyes followed, but no one dared to interfere. Damon Williams was untouchable. Whispers rose only after he vanished. 🗣️ “Who was that girl?” 🗣️ “Isn’t he still grieving Selena?” 🗣️ “That b**ch is so lucky.” Everyone knew—Damon hadn’t touched another woman since Selena’s death. Daniel — Rose Gold Street Daniel staggered home, reeking of alcohol, muttering insults about Leah. A man in black appeared, blocking his path. Daniel stumbled, tripped on the man’s foot, and crashed to the ground, nose bleeding.

“Where are they now?” “I—I don’t know! He left fifteen minutes ago—” Elena hung up and dialed Grayson. Straight to voicemail. She stood in the middle of her kitchen, shaking. Lucian’s words echoed in her mind. You’re falling again. I can’t watch you drown. And now... Sophie was gone. Meanwhile... Sophie laughed from the backseat as Grayson sang horribly off-key to one of her favorite songs on the radio. It was a moment he didn’t want to end. A moment where everything felt whole again.

The sky was dark as rain drizzled from the heaven above. It was the perfect weather to pay respects to one's loved ones at the cemetery. Alyssa and Jasper had come to pay respects to Anne again. They had brought flowers and hurriedly cleaned the gravestone up as if planning to have a meal with Jasper's mother. Though Anne had long passed away, she must not be lonely now that Alyssa and Jasper tended to her grave and missed her so. "Lyse and I have gotten revenge for you, Mom. Sophia's been sentenced to death. 20 years… it's finally over." Jasper clasped Alyssa's hand tightly. "Retribution will always come in time. I hope you can finally be at peace now."

Gary scoffed, "So what? It's still his fault!" "Dude, chillax! Don't blamed your unluckiness to us since I reckon your son's decision. You kill their mother, so it's not bad if they hated you dearly. Besides you deserve it," Asher interfered while wiping his gun with a handkerchief came from the dead men on the floor. He throw it out and scratch his head with it, "It's getting so boring you know? I came here because of the party but my nerves wanted party extension, it's not enough. Gray, can I end this m*ron's life?"

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

You are wasting your life for someone who…" She stopped through her outburst, eyes flicking down to the study table. "It's not worth it, Zion" She says softly, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. "I don't have any desire left in me.I just.. can't." I sigh heavily as my brain floods with memories of Ava, my first mate.We were so in love, so perfect like a fairytale until things happened. She was killed. And after that day, I never lived the way I used to. "What about Elsa then?" Sage asks quietly, bringing me back from the memories of the past.

GRACE'S POV Five Years Later... ✧✦✧✦✧✦✧ It had been five years since the night everything changed. Five years since secrets nearly shattered us. Five years since I looked Sophia in the eye and knew she was holding something bigger, heavier, than any of us could understand. ✧✦✧✦✧✦✧ I stood barefoot in my living room, dodging a flying banana peel and trying to coax one of my twins out from under the couch. I could honestly say, well, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything.