Five Years Of Ashes Sophia Grayson Novels & Stories

Finding the Mayor's corpse on the ground, Elaine had soldiers return him to the lowest level of the mansion, beyond the basement, where the royal crypt had been dug. There, Elaine laid Damien's dead, cold frame next to the well-preserved corpse of his beloved, and her mother, Elvina, while Dillon stood at her side. # Ash made it back to the cabin an hour before daybreak. His trotting had somehow soothed Miranda's malaise, and by the time he entered the cabin and rolled her form onto the bed, all she could muster were soft painful pants and sighs. Ash licked Miranda's face once more, then he transformed back to his human body, now sporting a long scar along the center of his abdomen.

The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water. Sheila fell out of her wheelchair and hit the ground. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward the drain, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her hands. It was hopeless. "My baby… My baby..." She could only watch as her child's ashes slowly disappeared. There was nothing she could do. It felt as though someone had torn her heart apart. She knelt in the mud, sobbing as she reached deep into the drain again and again. Her hands quickly became caked with filth, but she kept searching.

And started reading about love. Love imagined perhaps. Love invented. But love nonetheless. A knock interrupted her thoughts. She looked up. Dr. Matthew Greene stood in the doorway. The senior psychiatrist carried two cups of coffee. "I thought I'd find you here." Aisha accepted one gratefully. "How did you know?" He glanced toward the notebooks. "Everyone ends up doing this eventually." She laughed weakly. "I've spent six hours reading." "Closer to seven." The correction startled her. She checked the clock.

“I want you to know something.” Luna looked up at Asher, her gray eyes filled with curiosity and love. “What is it, Asher?” she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Asher took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to find the right words. “Five years ago, I thought my life was over, Luna,” Asher said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. “I thought I would spend the rest of my life alone. Empty. Broken.” Luna closed her eyes and leaned into Asher’s touch, feeling safe and loved and cherished. “I know, Asher,” Luna whispered. “I know you were.”

Sophia pleaded, her heart breaking with each rejection. Grey remained silent. "Grey," Sophia whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you," A heavy silence hung in the air, suffocating them both with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Finally, Grey spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Sophia... But I can't do this. I'm just waiting for death, HAHAHA!" Grey broke into a painful laugher covering his eyes as he looked up, tears falling in the corner of his eyes, biting his lips.

Sophy yelped with pain as she glared at Ashley, who just smirked at her and said, "long time no see huh Sophy?" Sophy clenched her fists and looked around and before she can say anything Bryan came over there and threw someone on the ground right beside her, "looking for your dearest mate?" Sophy looked at Dean, who was right beside her on the ground. Ashley then went to Sophy and grabbed her by her hair and asked, "So Dean tell me where is Lucien!?" Dean looked at her and said nothing, so Ashley broke Sophy's arm, making her scream at the top of her lungs in agony and pain.

She has done many things, but none like this. The Dunham siblings were swallowing their own saliva in fear. Especially Sophia. Her eyes were widening uncontrollably and her whole body was shaking. She realized that Gianna was Selena Ashford who had resurrected from death to take revenge on them. She felt stupid and absolutely regretted it. If she knew this, she wouldn’t have hired those assassins in the first place. “Please don’t do this, I am begging you.” Jarvis kept on begging on the ground, much to Sophia’s embarrassment.

"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…"