Five Years Of Ashes Sophia Grayson Novels & Stories

As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page. However, there was no response. Logan’s patience ran thin. He spammed me with voice messages. “Coral, if you don’t show up now, I’ll dump your father’s ashes straight into the sewer. “You’ll never find him again. “This is your final chance to show yourself to me.” Logan had never sent me so many messages since Elise came into our lives. However, his attempts to communicate were met with silence. Time went by. Slumping against his bench, Logan clenched the phone in his hand.

GRACE’S POV It wasn't lunchtime yet. Julia has lied. Perhaps she just needed an excuse to leave the office, which was nonsensical anyway, because she came right back in. The office didn’t return to normal immediately after Lana and Victoria's reunion, and Grey's departure. It couldn’t, very much couldn't. It felt like something had shifted, like a glass had shattered and even though the pieces were swept away, you could still hear the shattering sound of it breaking if you listened closely enough.

The hint of softness which was there in his tone just a moment ago when he spoke to Aria was absent now. Sophie Frank is in her late twenties, the same age as Asher and older than Aria. She is seen wearing a sea blue blazer over a white t-shirt which has a 'V' shaped neck. It's deep enough to show some cleavage. Her dark blue skirt is hugging her lower body, giving her ample hips the attention they needed. But Asher is solely focused on her face. He is not interested in her. Asher Morrison is surrounded by beautiful women all around, but no one could make him feel as possessive as Aria. A fact which he realised at that moment. He didn't miss the suggestive way Sophie was eying him, but he di

“I drug my ass up onto the subway at the crack of noon for this shit? You know how I hate the mother fucking subway girl. I probably caught scabies or some shit.” Footsteps cut across to the kitchen and Ash appeared. Ebony sized him up like a piece of juicy meat. The bitch even licked her lips afterwards. She had no shame. “There’s always room for one more,” he grinned, extending a handout to her, “I’m Ash Pembroke. I know you can’t be a friend of Leo or Grayson’s because they don’t have friends who look like you.” She shook his hand while Amber wondered if she was chopped liver or hideous. Did Ash not consider her attractive or was it that he didn’t consider her Leo or Grayson’s friend? For

By no means had Elizabeth been a good mother, but she didn't deserve to be murdered by her own son. “You will pay for everything, Ash. I'll make sure you'll pay for it,” Grey said, his tone hard with promise. “Sorry to tell you, Grey, but Dylan, Lily, and you will die tonight. But don't worry; I'll bury the three of you together, and you will have your so-called happy ending in your next lifetime.” Having said those words, Ash grabbed the gun from his holster, aimed it at me, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

Reaching the receptionist, I took a deep breath and asked to see Gray, a girl with blonde hair, elegant skin, and a sweet voice, calmly said I should wait as she reached out to Gray first. She walked back to me raising her eyebrows as she pointed to Gray's office. I walked in the direction giving a “thank you smile. I stumbled upon my words as I met Gray sitting in his office, busy opening some files. His towering figure, broad shoulders raven black hair, and piercing eyes met mine. “Why do you need to see me?” Gray asked adjusting from his seat. Sophia didn't deserve that, I know she has been mean to me, but dismissing her off her roles and posting her sex tapes is the height of it and chil

Grayson passed a drink to her while keeping the other one in his hand. “I told you, Mr. Grayson, that I don’t drink.” Sophia tried to refuse him politely. “Just one drink. I insist.” Sophia grabbed the drink and let him settle at his place. Once he was settled, she placed the drink on the table in front of her and started packing all the samples and her laptop in her laptop bag. And while doing so, she intensionally pushed the glass from the table, breaking it into pieces. “Oh! I’m so sorry, Mr. Grayson.” Sophia apologized, on which Simon Grayson glared at her at first but quickly changed his expression into a smile.

I have known Mr Grave for a year, and I know he respects ladies. "It's a mask, Aspen. You know he said something about me being in his bed." I say with a little high voice hoping he will believe me. "Sophia," he raises his hand to slap me. The tears in my eyes fall down my face. Aspen notices them and brings his hand to his side slowly. This has destroyed everything I had hoped for. "Why did you stopped Aspen? Slap me!" I raise my voice to him. Enough is enough! I don't care anymore!

She deserves to be waltzed across the floor like the fucking queen she is—with every eye on her, knowing she's all ours. Knowing she's our happily ever after. Gray leans against the wall, his expression unreadable as he sips his whiskey like the glass holds all the answers he's looking for. "What crawled up your ass and died?" I ask, because subtlety has never been my thing. The muscle in his jaw ticks. "What the fuck are you talkin' about?" I cross my arms, not letting him off the hook. "Alyssa says you've been ghosting Ashley. Thought you two were good."

All four Knights knew it to be code for “It’s time for another challenge between myself and Dylan! YOSH!” Sophia was more dejected than she had been all day. Team Asher had been one of the few constants in her life, and the only one she expected to remain unchanged by the death of her parents, but it was not so. Without meaning to she had somehow managed to anger the Evans prodigy, and since Evelyn stuck to his side like glue, she lost the female companionship they had. Only Asher Jean and Finn were the same.