Novel & Cerita From Ashes To Queen: Now I Call The Shots

She finds herself in a moral bind concerning forgiveness, retaliation, and the brittleness of trust. Zara and Kael must destroy the weapon in a final, adrenaline-pumping battle before it ends up in the wrong hands. However, Kael gives up his claim to authority in the process, preferring anonymity to a throne that would bind him to the past indefinitely. After the adventure and the love she discovered amidst the ashes of a broken world, Zara returns to the barren ruins irrevocably altered. In a backdrop of destruction, Echoes in the Ashes narrates a story of love, survival, and redemption. It examines the effects of authority, the difficulties of forgiving, and the belief that love may illumi

There was a loud crash, which scared everyone there. My ashes scattered everywhere. Jasper still felt angry. He laughed disdainfully and stepped on my ashes, grinding them with the sole of his shoe. The staff members' jaws had dropped in shock. They hadn't even had time to stop him. Jasper kicked my ashes and sent them flying. "Tell Amara that she came up with a very innovative trick this time round, but it's lame. I'm not going to waver at all, no matter whether she's dead or alive!

The thick smoke engulfed me, and my breathing became labored. The inhaler in my hand was nearly empty. I took one last deep breath and closed my eyes in despair. A wave of bitterness washed over me. I should not have started this ill-fated relationship.

The discarded pile consisted entirely of matching items I'd bought after getting together with Cole. One of the maids, Laura Brown, glanced at the pile headed for the trash. "Ms. Cavendish, are you really sure you want to throw all of this away?" I nodded. "Yeah. It's all stuff I don't want anymore." "What do you not want?" Cole's voice came from the doorway. I answered evenly, "Just some old things. There's no point keeping them here." "Makes sense. Out with the old, in with the new. When we get engaged, we'll be buying plenty of new things any—"

They were bound now, by this ultimate act. Justin laughed, a hollow, ugly sound. “Spin the fucking bottle.” The game wasn’t over. But something had ended. The queen was in ruins. And they, her loyal subjects, were standing in the ashes of the kingdom we had helped her burn. ———- The taste of Cassie’s violation was a brand on my tongue, a stain in my soul. I stumbled back to my spot, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, the coppery bitterness lingering like a curse.

whatever that is. Now I had no idea if this was ‘normal’ Asher but from the looks on Cole, Gray and the rest of their faces, I gathered he wasn’t really his usual self. It’s my entire fault. I dropped the ‘I don’t plan on being here long enough to be the next Queen’ bomb. The recruits immediately began to warm up. “You can go,” Asher’s hard tone made me look at him. Oh no boy, even if it was my fault, you don’t get to treat me like this.

I will make myself happy and a man will on be an addition to my happiness. Deep within me, a flicker of resolve ignited. I realized it was time to transform my sorrow into strength. Like those resilient seeds waiting in the ash, I too could rise. It was time to reclaim my life from the frailty of grief and rebuild among the ruins—to pull myself from the ashes of my past and carve out a new beginning, one shimmering with the promise of hope.

Recognition. I dropped to my knees, palms pressed to the ground, the howl still climbing through me. It filled the clearing. It reached the river, the mountains, the graves. “Let it burn,” I said when my voice returned, hoarse and near gone. “But do not bind me.” The spiral shattered. The symbols carved into the earth flared once, then went dark. The throne burst apart in a cloud of bone dust. The Queen dissolved with it, unfurling into wind.

“I took this job to make money. Real money. Enough to pay Ethan back and disappear before April. And every time I get close you drag me back in and throw me under the bus for sport!” Her tears fell faster now. She didn’t bother wiping them away. “I hate you,” she whispered. “I hate what you do to me.” Something cracked open in my chest. I opened my mouth to say sorry and the word stuck. Callahan men don’t apologize. We burn the world down and walk through the flames. She turned to go. “What about the interview?” I called after her. “Your job depends on it.” “Fuck you,” she threw over her shoulder. “Fuck the interview. Fuck Apex. Fuck all of you.”

NATASHA'S POV If I stripped, they would be stripping me of my dignity and…how was that better than having my hair shaved or being poured acid on? “It seems she's having a hard time choosing, just go ahead and shave her head.” Meredith sneered, her voice breaking through my thoughts. I shook my head, as tears fell down my eyes. “No, please…I'll do anything else…” Meredith walked towards me and slapped me hard across the face repeatedly until my head was spinning, I thought it would fall off my neck.