Five Years Of Ashes Sophia Grayson Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The frost-field collapses into silver light— —and I’m back in the church. I gasp, nearly falling. Lucien catches me instantly. “I’ve got you,” he says, urgent. “I’ve got you.” My heart races. My skin hums. Ruby leans in. “What did it say?” I look at them—all of them. At the cracks in the altar.At the shattered wards.At the snow falling gently outside, like it’s pretending nothing changed. “It said,” I whisper, “that everyone’s coming.” Gideon closes his eyes. “Then Winterthorne won’t survive another night like this.”

She exclaimed. Sophie felt bad, Mrs Dacey is such a sweet woman and she was lying to her, she felt sick to her stomach, she definitely didn't deserve this! * *Asher study room* Asher was staring at the contract he signed with Sophie, he had the biggest frown on his face. He suddenly heard a knock, he quickly opened his safe and locked it with a PIN password then returned to his chair. "Come in." He replied, the door was pushed open and Angelica sadly walked in, she looked really sad and it worried Asher, he rushed to her.

He tried to say. Stella cutted in quickly. "You don't need to explain anything to me Jeff, I understand you baby, I really do" she said. Jeff smiled "I am glad you do, you are the best woman ever." "I know that, so how much do you need?" She asked. "Five million dollars" he said. Stella was quiet. "Hello baby... you aren't saying anything" he said feeling even more nervous. Stella moved over to the sofa in her room and sat down.

He hung up and waited the five minutes he’d mentioned, hoping she’d actually do as he said and answer without anyone else being around and without tipping anyone off. After five minutes had passed, he called her back. This time, she answered right away. “Rome? Oh, my God. Is that you?” “It’s me, Mom.” “Where are you? Are you okay? I thought I’d never hear from you again….” Lacy Verona was clearly on the verge of tears. “You deserved to never hear from me again, Mom. If I hadn’t been able to get out that window and get away, I would’ve killed myself. How would you have felt coming back into that bedroom to get your dinner plate and finding that?”

“Every. Last. One.” “I’m not afraid of death, darling.” She sneered, her full lips peeling back to expose her teeth. “Do your worst, it won’t change your fate.” ‘Breyona, you still with me?’ I called out to my best-friend, holding tightly to the mind-link between us. She panted, ‘Yep, still here. Don’t know what’s wrong with Zeke #2, but he’s a fucking asshole. Stabbed me with a silver blade and everything. It’s weird, once Asher started fighting back, he was quick to take off.’