Novel Aresha Novels & Stories

I don't know what I've done to deserve to stand here right now. Xavier grabs my hand, pulling me behind him, as he begins to walk through the forest. We come across a clearing, and a moment later, I find myself walking out onto a secluded white sand beach. The water is a clear aqua colour, and in the distance I can see the mountains. This must've been the view that I saw from my window. Little did I know that there was a private beach nearby. Instinctively I take my shoes off, running my feet through the sand. It feels warm and soft beneath my feet. Carrying my shoes, I walk towards the water, stepping in up to my calves. The water is warm, though still cool. It's nice and relaxing on such a

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

JORDYN Oh God, Areś. His voice cuts through the silence, stripped of every trace of warmth. Nicolai’s head snaps towards the voice, and mine follows a second later. I blink hard. For one ridiculous second, I think I’ve imagined him. Like my mind has somehow dragged Areś out of nowhere just because I need him here. But no. He’s really standing there. Areś stands at the entrance of the VIP lounge like he’s stepped straight out of a nightmare designed just for men like Nico. Dressed in all black, shadow clinging to every sharp line of his frame. Right now, he’s more storm than man.

Ralph had dozed off on a single sofa after getting bored with his game. As for the payment account, Asher decided to use one of his late mum's accounts, which his dad had left for him, and which he said had originally belonged to his late uncle, who registered it under a pseudonym; Rainbow Cloud. Excellente! My mum returned immediately we wrapped up the setup, so I went to assist her with the cooking. Ten minutes later, Asher burst to the kitchen in excitement. “You won't believe it. Three requests just came in." Wow, Gracie. Your life can't be that bad after all.

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

"I'll do my best to help." Tyree patted her shoulder gently. "That's all we can ask for. Now, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." Liya smiled. "Thank you, Tyree." As Tyree left the room, Liya took a deep breath, feeling a sense of belonging and purpose. Liya stood in the middle of the inviting room, taking in the soft colors that adorned the walls. The room was filled with gentle sunlight that filtered through the curtains, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. The bed was neatly made, adorned with plush pillows that seemed to beckon her to rest.

Yes, even though they live at the city's edge and are still considered villages, there are several gathering places that are cool and interesting. Aresh was sipping the coffee that was still emitting smoke. Cleo looked closely at his friend, feeling something was wrong with Aresh because, since then, the young man seemed to be more silent. "Resh!" called Cleo. Aresh just glanced at her and mumbled. "What's wrong with you?" asked Cleo, leaving Aresh and the other two friends confused. "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Instantly, Aresh understood where Cleo was going with this. He immediately leaned his back on the chair he was sitting in. He looked at Cleo and his two friends with

Rain pattered soft on Sienna’s hood, a steady drip that matched the thud of her boots on the muddy path. Lila led the way—small, hunched, her coat too big, her steps shaky like she’d collapse any second—and Sienna followed, her jaw tight, the vial a cold lump in her pocket. Roman trailed a few paces back, silent, his presence a weight she couldn’t shake—his heat, his kiss, still burning on her lips, a mistake she couldn’t unmake. Her chest ached, raw and tangled, and she hated it—hated him for making her feel it, hated herself for letting him in even that much.

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.