Rising From The Ashes: Her Road To Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But Fallon cackles. A sound sharp enough to fracture the warmth left in the room. “I’m not setting myself on fire again just to keep you warm, Ethan.” Her voice doesn’t shake. It’s steady. Certain. Final. “I did that once.” She turns toward him, eyes gleaming. “And all it did was turn me into ash.” Ethan’s face crumples, his shoulders slumping. He nods because what else is left? He had come hoping to rebuild something. But she had already buried the ruins.

Xavier raises an eyebrow before responding, “did your brother not saying anything to you about coming here?” I begin to think back to the moments leading up to waking up in the opulent bedroom. That’s when it hits me. I begin to get flashbacks of the attack. Suddenly I find breathing to be difficult. My head begins to spin. I feel so dirty. I want to rid myself of the clothes on my body and burn them. I want to shower until the water runs cold, in hopes that the water can cleanse my skin. I begin to see stars, and collapse onto the ground in hysterics.

She replied with a smile "Am I the first?," He asked "Yes you are, it took centuries but we are finally reborn," She said as her gaze darkened, "We can finally have our revenge and rebuild this world in our image, we can finally fulfill our desires, all you have to do is accept me and make a sacrifice of acceptance for us to truly become one as we were meant to be my broken angel born in the dark." Would Asher unite with his past self despite being evil for power and completion?, find out on the next chapter guys

My chest burned. Milo. My baby. My joy. My shadow. Gone. I closed my eyes. And wished the sea had taken me, too. But it didn’t. And that meant something. It meant I was still here. Which meant Ethan and Sienna hadn’t finished the job. Which meant I still had something they didn’t expect me to have. Time. And vengeance. Because ashes don’t bleed. But they remember how to burn.

But who would have thought that her parents were involved in all this? She clenched her fists, her resolve hardening. “No matter what it takes, I'll make sure that they all pay.” Her revenge was the only thing she had right now, and she wasn't going to let it go. Matthew stared at her for a while, the glint in her eyes fierce, and he knew that arguing was futile. "If that's what you want, then I'm with you,” he sighed out. Ashley turned to face him, her gaze finally softening. "Thank you for everything, Matt. I truly owe you a debt I can never repay. But..." Her voice hitched.

And Ash, that bastard devil, was offering it wrapped in destruction and seduction. Revenge. I was going to use Ash. And I was getting back at everything that’s hurt me *** What do you think? Is she slowly losing her mind, or finally waking up to her true self? 250525, Anne Joyce

I struggled to speak, but she just laughed maniacally. "You don't recognize me, do you, Luciana?" she sneered. "I am Ashley your best friend you betrayed, reborn in this body. And I have come for revenge. You can't escape this one. I knew you would escape as soon as you know Martains would come after you. You haven't changed at all." My mind raced as I tried to process her words. Ashley, the alpha's mate and my friend who I had betrayed and killed. I had thought I had gotten away with it, but now she was back, seeking vengeance.

The air was cool against her skin, grounding. She rested her hands on the railing, letting the quiet seep in. Behind her, the house was alive with muted movements, she was alone with her thoughts. Images surfaced unbidden. The courtroom yet to come. The video recording that had changed everything. The child she never got to hold. The nights she had broken quietly, without witnesses. Success had not erased those memories. It had only given her the strength to carry them without collapsing. Oftentimes, the desire for revenge pushes one beyond the limit of reconciliation or recognition of. what they call forgiveness.

" I stared at the black drive in my hand, my fingers crushing the plastic casing slightly. A part of me wanted to send my legal team to strip her of that final, pathetic state voucher, to ensure she spent her remaining days feeling the exact, raw concrete that Jessica had faced when they cast her out. But then, the sound of the glass doors opening again cut through the heat. Jessica stepped onto the helipad, wearing a sleek, sleeveless emerald top and white linen trousers, her dark hair blowing back in the sea breeze. She was holding Catherine's hand, the little girl laughing as she tried to balance on the yellow painted lines of the concrete. Jessica looked radiant, her eyes clear, her face