From Ashes To Flames Romane & Geschichten

“But this time… I’m the one with the knife.” She folded the report shut and placed it neatly in her drawer, locking it with a quiet click. Then she walked toward the window and pulled back the curtain. The city was alive beneath her, glittering like a thousand fragile lies. She was done being haunted. She wasn’t going to fall again. She would burn him slowly, elegantly, methodically until he had nothing left but regrets and the ruins of a kingdom he thought he built alone. And this time… She wouldn’t stop until the ashes bore her name.

It hasn’t rained in at least a week, the forest is very dry. For a moment the flames dance in a way that makes me think they are trying to tell a story. I shake my head but the flames continue to form the shape of people. Suddenly the people begin the run from a darkness that makes the flames disappear for a moment. What is going on? The smoke fills my lungs and I begin to gasp for air. I look up, the smoke in the sky is black and thick. The smell of burnt pine is making it hard to breathe.

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them. The journey of 142 chaps has came to an end now and I'm really feeling emotional i took one year to finish this book I don't know if the time I took is worth the book or not. I know my story is not perfect but this is what I wanted to present you all. Hope I did not disappointed anyone if I did I'm really sorry for that. Thank you for reading it and making till the end. For the last time can you all please give a review on the book as it has finished today?

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

(Blaze I am still waiting for the money you promised me ) She typed then sent the message to blaze, she drew her pillow closer and hugged it tightly as she waited for blaze response. THAT NIGHT ~ DAMON'S MANSION It was late in the night and all the maids had gone to bed already, the mansion was quiet , it was so quiet that if a needle dropped to the floor one would hear it. Inside Ivy's room , she was turning from one side of the bed to another , she had difficulty falling asleep. "Maybe I should just stroll around I should fall asleep after strolling around " she muttered and gets off the bed she put on her flip flops and stepped out of the room.

I twisted the power and twisted the elements and raindrops became ice, became shards sharper than glass, became hammers that lashed from the sky with sickening velocity. My magic raged in joy and agony as its power unleashed, as the bloodlust filled my darkening vision and screams filled the air. Their screams. Blades of ice met flesh, sliced through skin and bone. Ice spilled forth blood, and my magic rejoiced as the world drenched itself in crimson. Power ran through my veins, and this power craved revenge. It was over in seconds. I felt the monsters die. Felt their blood leave their bodies and pool against the sodden earth. Felt their pain. Felt their final heartbeats. And when every hear

Alessia’s POV The flames roared behind her, eating away at the edges of the legacy she never wanted to inherit. Alessia stood over the wreckage, smoke curling around her like a veil of mourning. Her lungs burned, her dress clung to her blood-slick skin, and yet—she was still standing. Bruised. Bleeding. Alive.