From Ashes,i Rise Novels & Stories

It's like you're in the fire, crying out, jumping for help, trying to find a way out and no matter how hard you try, you still can't break free. Burning in the hot flame, till nothing is left of you. "Then, you know it's not for you and you move on. Hoping to see something better ahead" Ashley's voice was soft and low. Like a spark of wave that hits on her skin softly. "And, you can't know except you try" She pours water into a glass and drinks it.

For three long years, Seraphina "Sera" Vance stuck in a cold contract marriage to New York real estate titan Lucian Vance. Subjected to the public cruelty of his elite family and forced to watch him take care of his sick childhood first love, Seraphina was stripped of her dignity, her freedom, and finally her blood forced to sign divorce papers and undergo a forced bone marrow donation. But when her offshore yacht detonated in the coastal waters of Florida, Seraphina let the world believe that she died in the fire. Two years later, Lucian is a drunk, empty shell of a man, shattered by the horrific truth: his beloved sweetheart framed Seraphina for every scandal. Drowning in gut-wrenching re

Outside, Lagos rearranged itself—ruin and beginning, ash and ember. Ashes are not endings. Embers remember. And from embers, whole cities rise again—burning brighter, unafraid.

Susanna had thoughtfully added audio for full effect. "I've been back for six months. With just a flick of my finger, he's fallen into the palm of my hand. He prepared a blue fireworks show for me tonight. Since I don't like blue, let me give it to you for your anniversary celebration so that it won't go to waste." The crowd erupted in shock. Sophie's face turned pale as panic surged through her. "That bitch Luna! How dare she expose our chat records?"

Hermione got up slowly from her seat and headed for the stairs. In she was in Ruke’s room. She needed space to process the ghastly revelation, she was so tired. First, her mother had left and now she was going to lose her mate because of some stupid reincarnation bullshit. At that moment she knew that there was going to be another war, it was coming and she wasn’t going to waste the time she had with her mate brooding. She stood up and made for the door. Her hands were inches from the doorknob when it was opened from the outside and Ruke walked in, his hair wet. “I used Raphael’s bathroom, figured you needed space.

my voice broke, desperate to hold onto the fleeting dream. "Ivy…" The voice was faint at first, raspy and filled with anguish. It pierced through the haze, pulling me back to the edges of reality. "Ivy…wake up…please." Asher’s voice. Struggling, breaking. The meadow shattered completely, and the battlefield slammed into focus with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. “Don’t you dare give up!” Asher’s voice roared through my mind, sharp and desperate. His words pierced through the haze of pain surrounding me, breaking the heavy fog that threatened to pull me under.

The warmth between them was the only thing keeping the encroaching darkness at bay. She felt the raw pull of fate where their hands still brushed. His warmth kept her fear at bay. The air around them crackled with tense energy, a fragile but fierce resistance against the cold “Then let it burn. Let the ashes fall where they may,” Ash declared, voice resolute. “We'll fight for her, for us, for whatever damn future is left.” Without warning, Drysana’s form began to dissolve back into the shadows, her parting words spiraling like smoke curling over the cold stone pillars around them. “So be it.”

i have thick thighs, a slimmer waist and small but firm breast im quite proportionate. Walking out of the bathing room i head to my so called new room. The concrete floor is cold against my feet. It's quiet as i climb into bed pulling the sheets up to my chin. Exhaustion has set in my eyes are heavy and tired slowly i start to drift to sleep but one thought rings in my head over in over as sleep consumes me." I have to escape i will not die here like her". .

Kaelen never looked back. I stood in the doorway, watching them walk to the elevator. In the garage, Kaelen opened the passenger door for Seraphina. As she got in, she deliberately rolled down the window. She took out that damned memory crystal. "Want to see it again?" she yelled at me. The crystal activated, and the humiliating images were projected onto the car window again—me, thirteen years ago, bound in silver chains, covered in blood, sobbing in despair... And this time, Kaelen sat in the driver's seat and watched it all without stopping her.

Ash was thrown backward, his body hitting the ice floor with a heavy thud. "Ash!" Rhea shrieked, struggling against the invisible weight pinning her to the altar. "Are you okay? Talk to me!" Ash scrambled to his feet, his breath coming in ragged, whistling gasps. He held his hands out in front of him. The skin from his fingertips to his wrists was gone, replaced by a raw, blackened char that shimmered with violet embers. The "cold-fire" had eaten through his flesh down to the bone in a matter of seconds.