Novel & Cerita Hold My Hand And Take Me To The Ashes

With open hands, waiting for my death to engulf me. Tbc...

"Nessa, I'm here to see you again. I finally convinced the other parents to testify together. I won't let that monster get away with it." "Nessa, tomorrow is the day of the trial. The lawyer says that the monster won't escape. I'll bring you the judgment tomorrow, but you need to wake up to see it, okay?" I did not wake up. I watched as my body slowly faded away. My heartbeat turned into a flat line. … Jasmine’s story.

It was sickening and maddening at the same time. “Janus.” Ashe once again breaks me of the invading thoughts and reaches her hand out to me. “Take my hand. It is time. The chosen one needs you. You are her last hope.” I was ready. Ready to face whatever fate was to be bestowed upon me. To do whatever was necessary by whatever means were necessary. I take the small aging demigod's hand in mine. No sooner than I feel her frail fingers wrapped around mine, we are hurdled into a tunnel of bright light. The sensation of falling and my body twisting grips me once more.

“But you should not have to deal with any dirty looks or comments. I want to be able to protect you from all that” “You cannot protect me from everything” She took my hand from across the table “As long as you don’t hurt me, I will be fine”. “I promise I will never hurt you” I smiled at her. Just the thought of hurting her made me feel sick. I cannot believe that I was stupid enough to try push her away.

"Please, Ryan, don't do this. He's your son! Please, don't take this from me!" But Ryan's mind was filled with anger and betrayal. He opened the urn and began to pour the ashes onto the ground. "No!" Sophia wailed, her cries echoing through the cemetery. She lunged forward, her hands clawing at the ashes as they scattered. The gray powder clung to her hair and skin, mixing with her tears as she wept uncontrollably. She pressed her head to the ground, her body trembling with sorrow. "My baby," she sobbed, her voice barely audible. "I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…"

The red water sloshed against the white-tile backsplash as his head and one arm dangled over the side. I stepped back from the growing pool of crimson. Leah stared at Volkov’s open, lifeless eyes as his lips were agape. Rei held his hand over Leah’s mouth. “Your turn.” She shook her head wildly. He lifted her as she kicked her legs. “Fuck,” he cursed as she bit his hand. “I won’t tell. Please don’t kill me,” she pleaded. Jano walked toward her. “You won’t tell because you will die.” He nodded to Rei.

to me. A salty breeze drifted in through the half-open window, carrying the scent of the sea. In this unfamiliar city, the past slowly blurred, fading into the distance. It turns out, even the deepest love and the fiercest hatred will eventually be worn down by time into nothing but a sigh. But some sighs come far too late. Outside the window, snowflakes fell in silence, like shattered stardust scattered by fate, lighting the road that led me to my new life. The End

My hands trembled as I reached out—not for the shard, but for clarity, for something that could anchor me in the storm. Ashara’s golden eyes softened, almost pitying. “You cannot escape me, child. You are the continuation of what I began, the vessel through which my fire lives again. Deny it, and you will be ash. Accept it, and you will be me.” Her words dripped like molten iron, branding themselves across my soul. The fire twisted, coiling tighter, until every beat of my heart echoed with hers.

Warm ash slips through the spaces between them, cascading over his knuckles and onto the stone below. "No..." He drops to his knees, desperately trying to gather what remains. "You already died once and," he breaths, "she brought you back. Please, don't leave us." His hands tremble so much that he ends up collecting more dust than ash. Each time he cups a handful, pale grains escape through his shaking fingers. A stray breeze wafts across the compound. It lifts the lightest particles first. They rise. Kai lunges for them with both hands, grasping only empty air as the ashes scatter just out of reach.

I smell like a rotten thing. "How does freedom feel?" He mocked, and I looked down in shame. There are countless times when I have asked this question to people. I am a bitch but karma is the real one. "Feeling happy?" His hold on me tightened as he turned me around in his hold. His hold was strong, like he knew I was going to fall once he let me go. His touch burned the skin and soul together. "But how can I see you happy?" He handed me the gun and supported it with his hands so I wouldn't drop it.