Rising From The Ashes: Her Road To Revenge Novels & Stories

I want to be on the same level as the people who ruined my life in the past. I want to start a new life and take my revenge. I want to show them, especially her, Ashley that I can be prosperous in life. That I can do much better than them. All of them. I don't care what happens in the process. I have to kill every feeling I have for her. Every single feeling I have for her. I don't care about her anymore. She made the mistake the moment she chose that man over me. Oh! What was I thinking? That she was going to stay with a poor and hopeless man like me?

I believe so," Ashley answered as she paced with her. Trapped as she felt, caught within an interlocking triangle of her past, present, and future at the time, she grew tired of solitary walks among the restless dunes of shifting sands of the desert land. She thought of her daughter while contemplating suicide out of boredom. But then she recalled her own still vivid memories of her death and wished none of it. All she craved was revenge. "And a sacrifice?" Anna asked and lifted an eyebrow. "You have to choose dear, whatever it was, somehow a sacrifice is needed." Ashley blinked twice and added nothing. Anna thought, her path doesn't care about her quest, that's for her to deal with. The pat

For once, Kira was grateful for a shitty work ethic. She couldn’t tell if they were gone yet, but the fire in her lungs from lack of oxygen forced her to act. Kira started to dig; the soil loose around her. It took effort to claw her way to freedom only because she was still healing from the bullet wound in her neck. Dizzy from lack of air and blood loss, she fought her way to the surface. When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt.

"But now, on top of everything else, I also want her to stay alive. I want to find out who did this to her..." "What for?" Sophia's voice echoed low and everyone turned towards the bed. Her eyes were open, her expression tired. "It won't change what happened." She's said it before, the other three men aren't happy, but I see the point. "You want revenge... As if that would ease the pain I felt..." She let out an ironic laugh and then coughed, and I could see blood coming out. It was the blood Khalid had given her. "Soph..." Perseus starts to speak, but the woman raises her hand. Hyperion is at her side, helping her clean up the blood.

~BREE~ Asher was looking at me, waiting for an explanation, while I once again wished Rain was here; she could tell me what to say. I nervously cleared my throat before I picked up my glass of wine and took a sip. I hoped it would help me, and it did as I suddenly dared to speak. “It's just for revenge.” “What?” “This is part of my revenge.” “You mean putting your life in danger?” “I want to see him work for me the same way I worked for him; it will be satisfying to-”

his tone held a bit of urgency as he picked up the shopping bags he had dropped when he wanted to save Jasmine. “Let’s go,” he motioned towards his car, and Jasmine wasted no time in trailing behind, her movements brisk. Charlotte patiently watched them leave, and as soon as Asher’s car zoomed off into the road, she got into hers. Her fingers tapped against the steering wheel as one thought dominated her mind. She was going to find another opportunity to get revenge on Jasmine. Giving up was not an option. With that fueling her, she ignited her engine and swiftly headed in the same direction as Asher’s car.

With a raised eyebrow, I retorted, "Oh… Since when did you bother with my whereabouts? Last I checked, no one here gave a fig where I was. As for you humiliating me, Lilith… Well, a girl can dream, but that will never happen." Casually strolling towards Lilith, I nonchalantly dropped a plate of hot spaghetti and red sauce all over her pristine white dress. In that moment, I exacted revenge for the pain she had caused Tina. "Oops, clumsy me. I spilled a little sauce while trying to serve here," I quipped, a wicked smile forming on my lips. Axel, enraged by my actions, confronted me, his voice filled with fury. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Ashlyn?"

It was this visceral, electric feeling of victory, surrendering to the universe itself holding its breath, waiting to see what I would do next. This was only the start. Аlone the first few threads of the way I was spinning. But oh, when I was finished? When all was said and done? The Ashford Pack would be nothing but ash blown to the wind. The loyalty, the sacred bond between the two — all busted. Beyond repair. Beyond hope. And when they fell, when their world shattered and smoldered away to nothing, the witches—my kind—would rise from the ashes. Stronger. Unstoppable. Like a reborn phoenix, only more vicious. Hungrier. Prepared to take back what had always belonged to us.

She gulped down the last bottle of alcohol but nothing was helping douse the inferno exploding within her. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, her legs stretched out. She was angry. Mad angry. He almost killed her for that moocher. He compared her to that ugly fucking tramp. She confessed her love to him and he humiliated her. She was better than Serena in every fucking way then how could he turn her away for that worthless bitch? Shanice was hurt. Asher had hurt her really bad this time, he had wounded her ego. But Shanice wasn't the one to sit back and do nothing. She will have her revenge. Serena had called her a homewrecker, didn't she? She will destroy her home

Each step felt lighter—the chains of her memories slowly disintegrating into the echoes of what once was. In that moment, Clara realized the ashes of her past were not an end but the foundation upon which she could build anew. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time, it was driven by her own choices, and she embraced that uncertainty with open arms. With every breath, she promised herself that she would rise from those ashes—stronger, wiser, and undeniably free.