Out Of Ashes, Into His Heart Novels & Stories

A wave of pure, unadulterated hatred surged through me, nearly snapping my composure. Silas’s lips moved, cold and dismissive. "Get out". My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as the crushing desperation of my past life flashed before my eyes. However, before I could react, a voice exploded inside my head. [Whoa! She’s gorgeous! Is that look on her face... Is she already head-over-heels for me? No, no, Silas, stay composed. You can't let her think you're an easy catch. Right, keep it up. Stay cold. Make her want to chase you!]

Tears streamed down my face, dripping into my father's ashes and staining them dark. I did not wipe my face. I did not respond to Stella. I did not look at Hudson, who stood beside her with an undisguised smirk. I reached out with trembling hands, gathering the ashes little by little, trying to put them back into the urn. "I'm sorry, Dad... I'm so sorry... this is my fault..." Hudson had his arm around Stella's waist. He let out a theatrical sigh. "Damon, don't take it too hard. The man is already dead. Besides, this was your own carelessness..."

As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page. However, there was no response. Logan’s patience ran thin. He spammed me with voice messages. “Coral, if you don’t show up now, I’ll dump your father’s ashes straight into the sewer. “You’ll never find him again. “This is your final chance to show yourself to me.” Logan had never sent me so many messages since Elise came into our lives. However, his attempts to communicate were met with silence. Time went by. Slumping against his bench, Logan clenched the phone in his hand.

Ash smiled slowly, reverent and pressed her palm into the torch’s flame. The skin sizzled. She didn’t flinch. “She made me in her image,” Ash whispered, voice trembling with reverence and rage. “And then she tried to bury what she’d created.” Her gaze lifted to the blackened cross still hanging above the altar. “But daughters always rise from their mother’s bones.” The crowd roared. Chanting her name. Ash. Ash. Ash. And from the smoke-filled rafters, the first snow of burning ash fell soft as blessing, cruel as prophecy.

“Please what, mamas?” Young asked. Asha whimpered again, gulping down her pride at having to continue on, afraid to keep speaking the very words that could and would seal the fate that endeared her to him. She knew she was both accepting defeat and handing him the keys to her ultimate destruction if she didn’t tread very carefully in this moment. Her heart was at stake, yet again and the prize of her purchase would be his, if he even still had a heart to give. That was if this wasn’t going to be like all the other times she bared her heart and soul to him. In the meantime, she would guard it like the devil that could destroy it again. And he was a devil now wasn’t he? All of her haunted drea

He felt for her pulse; there was nothing. There was a short pause before it came over him. Everything came with a force so strong that he could feel his heart shatter into many pieces. “Ashley!” His voice was croaking, laden with unshed tears. “Wake up, Ashley!” He stared at the door hopelessly, knowing there was no one to come to their aid. He shook her body hard in a hopeless attempt to rouse her. When she wouldn’t budge, he slowly let go of her and dropped to the ground. His arms wrapped around himself in a hug, his frame racked violently, and he let out a loud, doleful wail. His sadness and grief filled the room and echoed in the deserted hallway. He stared at his beloved in death, wishi

” His voice at the end was really slow, yet deadly Her heart clenched tightly and she felt as though a dagger was been thrust into her stomach, she never expected this from him in any way, She thought that she was going to be genuinely happy, but she was wrong. The pain from her clit was bad, but it wasn't as bad as what she felt in her heart. “I can never love a woman like you Ashley, a woman who didn't think twice before giving in for two brothers, I can never love a call girl, I can never love a woman that is so comfortable with tasting two brothers, you're a disgrace Ashley and I can't imaging myself falling for someone as cheap as you” he spat out and her heart formed into one, and shat

“Hey, Asher, maybe you should tune it down a little. I don’t want to carry you out of this place.” Asher heard him but ignored him. His feet pounded on the machine, sweat got into his eyes. He began to feel his lungs burn and his heart beating in overdrive. For a split second, his mind cleared as it focused on what was happening to his body, but then Asher discovered just how obsessed he was with a certain bartender. Despite it all, his mind wandered back to her, Mia. The woman he wanted. He could see her face in his mind, her eyes, her lips. He remembered the feel of her touch when she cleaned his wound. Damn.

he uttered, leaving me devastated. The concept of heartbreak had always seemed abstract to me, but at that moment, I was experiencing its tangible reality. Asher’s gaze locked with mine as he uttered those words, and it felt like his words pierced my chest like a sharp dagger. Instantly, a profound sense of emptiness engulfed my being, as if a vital part of my soul had been irretrievably lost. In many ways, it had. I had lost my soul. I lost my mate. Tears started surfacing in my eyes, and there was no way I could hold them back. Unable to look at Asher, I turned away and started walking toward the exit. A small part of me hoped that perhaps he would follow me. But he didn’t.

“It suits you. Maybe that was your name ! You don’t like it?” I hesitated, staring at the blackened wood I would just pull from the hearth. “I don’t know,” I muttered. “Maybe. Maybe it fits because I feel like something burned down… and all that is left is smoke.” She looked up then, really looked at me. “Sometimes,” she said gently, “ashes are what we rise from.” The words stayed with me long after she left the room. But no name…Ash, Paul, or any other…could fill the void inside me. My head was still a mess of fragments. Whispers in the dark. Screams. A girl crying out. A hand reaching for mine before the fall.