Five Years Of Ashes Sophia Grayson Novels & Stories

“But-“ Olive tried to stand up and protest but Ashriel pushed her back against the sofa. “Don’t worry. My destination will only be at Thrascias.” Everyone stopped what they were doing with her words. Venice tilted her head quizzically. Nathan paused and thought for a moment. “Thrascias Empire?” Venice repeated. Asking for a confirmation. Ashriel knew what they were thinking. It has been five years – when Meredith died – since the last time she stepped her foot in that place. “I saw Granny in my dreams. Ghosting me for not visiting my parents for five years, I guess.” She forced herself to laugh, but her voice was suddenly bleak.

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.

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.”

"You're not going after her? What if she has another breakdown and tries to kill herself? I really don't want to get blamed by you and your family again." "She won't," Grayson said, calmly, with certainty. "Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "How can you be so sure? You used to panic whenever she even whimpered. Is there something I don't know?" Before he could answer, a coworker ran over, breathless. "Something's wrong—Sophia says she's going to jump off the roof!" I chuckled. "That trick again?" Grayson looked at me for a long time. Guilt. Regret. It was all in his eyes. I felt uncomfortable under that gaze.