Five Years Of Ashes Sophia Grayson Mga Nobela at Kwento

She kissed my chest. "I love you and I know that you love me too. That's the only reason why we both haven't killed each other. But we have destroyed each other beyond repair... We are not the people we met and fell in love... I am not angry at you but I also can't forget whatever you have done to me... We are damaged and we can't fix it. The fire between us has turned into ashes now..." "Don't say that..." I am ready to take any punishment to fix it.

he pulled Athena into a side hug. “Thank you,” she returned the hug. “Always,” he smiled. They both smiled when they heard gasps, and everyone turned around to see Azazel walk in with Sophie by his side. Sophie looked breathtaking, dressed in the peacock blue and black sequin gown. Her eye makeup complimented her eyes well. “Mr. Black,” a reporter stopped him, “how is your mother?” listening to this, Athena felt uncomfortable and frightened. Arthur clutched her hand, squeezing it.

Her mother pulled her up but she swatted her hands away, clinging more to Grey's already cold corpse. Grey didn't look like he died a painful death, in fact, he looked peaceful, and Sophia was drawn to that peaceful expression he was carrying with him. She wants to look at him more, hoping that this was just a bad dream and someone would pinch her, that he was alive, that she could still see his beautiful smile, and the cute dimples that goes together with his smile. And his eyes...his beautiful blue eyes that understands her. "I hope in another life, you'd be happier, I hope you won't be woth someone like me, cause you deserve so much than what I have given," Sophia whispered, closing her e

Ashley raised a brow, "Easily you say? I lost my family, my mother was killed in front of my eyes, my pack members hate me and they also died because of me, in front of me as they blamed me and curse me, my sister I don't even know if she is alive or not. I just discovered that my mate that I loved so much that I could even fight the moon goddess is actually not my mate...I was tortured my hand was broken, my other hand was ripped from my body and I was continuously fed silver...while my leg..." she sighed, "Do I need to remind you how brutally you twisted it like a cloth?...and you say it was easy?" Sophy looked down, seemingly convinced by her words, She slowly let go of Dante's hand, who

"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…"

A surprised gasp falls from my lips, I almost fall back, but Jax pulls me back into him, and I couldn't help but relax in his touch. Though it was cold, it soothed the heat prickling under my skin. My lips brushed his shoulder, I felt the sparks run across my bottom lip at the intimate accidental contact, and unable to pull away. "Grayson, stop being an asshole," that was Sophia, she didn't seem affected by the dangerous demeanour seeping from Jax, neither did Grayson. She sounds almost… bored? "It's been four centuries, and that's the first thing you say to me, little sister?" He chuckles, "you wound me."

A doctor rushed to the window, shouting, “Emergency! We need a team now!” I glanced over briefly. It was Asher and Sophia—together even in death. Five years of my life, wasted, left to rot in a puddle of mud. Still, I didn’t feel cheated. In the end, Asher got exactly what he deserved: nothing.

With Grace in a comatose state, any escape would be fraught with danger—hospital expenses would inevitably lead Asher right to them. It was then that Sophia made a decision. Until Grace woke up, she would do everything in her power to distract Asher from his vengeful quest against them. She had managed to keep him occupied for a while, but she knew it wouldn’t last forever. Days turned into an agonizing blur of uncertainty as Sophia navigated the treacherous waters of life with Asher. She played the role of the dutiful wife while secretly plotting their escape. Each day was a delicate balancing act—she had to keep him from suspecting anything while remaining strong for Grace.

Since then, everyone praised him, looked up to him, respected him, feared him—all but the Gray Pack. "After long years of pack history, and they still have not moved on." Idaliah kicked the ground and shook her head. "We're almost nothing now, and they still have the audacity to ask for the elixir? They really want to leave us with nothing, do they? But whatever have we done to them?" She stood up and grabbed her hair, and in a fit of unsuppressed anger, she shouted at no one, "What the fuck did we do to them!"

"You think that I am bitter enough to…to end your father's life just to get to you?" I stood my ground. I wasn't going to let her emotions make me waver for any reason. "I am only here to find out the truth." "I didn't do it, Asher." She tried to reach out to me, but I pulled my right arm backwards instinctively. Her left arm paused midair as she watched me move backwards. Sophia sunk her teeth deep into her lower lip, before pulling her arm back to herself. "Asparagna's nectar is a bluish green fluorescent substance everyone is familiar with." She started to speak, and I nodded in agreement.