Sing Ash Novels & Stories

The water sparkled under the light, casting a calming glow over the task at hand. Whizz joined in, his hands deftly rinsing the plates and passing them to Jeff for washing. Their movements were coordinated, almost like a dance, as they navigated the task with ease. The sound of running water and the clinking of dishes created a soothing rhythm, a background melody to their conversation. "You know, it's funny," Jeff mused, his voice thoughtful. "We've been through so much together, and here we are, doing something as mundane as washing dishes."

A waitress came by shortly after, and Susan ordered drinks like she had been preparing for this moment her entire life. “I’ll have something sweet,” she said confidently, grinning at the lady. The waitress nodded and turned to me. “And you?” “Water.” I said immediately. If I let Susan, she would've ordered something strong for me just to get me loosen up a bit. Susan’s head snapped toward me. “Excuse me?” “I said water.” I repeated. “You are not drinking water at a karaoke bar.” “I absolutely am.” The waitress looked between us, clearly entertained.

"To rising from the ashes." Natalie clinked her glass gently. "To whatever comes next." And beneath the velvet sky, with the city once again at her feet, Natalie Evans finally felt the fire inside her burn not with rage, but with purpose.

“You will cleanse him. Inside and out. I want him spotless. Use the hose and the gentle soap. Be thorough.” Ash nodded and went to a wall panel, retrieving a flexible metal hose with a detachable, showerhead-like nozzle. He adjusted the water temperature, then knelt by the table. He lifted Finn’s legs, pushing them back towards his chest. Finn’s face burned with shame, but his dick was already getting hard again.

"Please don't do it... Please, listen!" She grabbed his hands and he smirked. "I'll do anything you say... Anything you want but don't do it... Please, don't!" Egon pulled out the lighter from his pocket and she shook her head furiously. "Egon, please... Don't!..." She fell on her knees in front of him but he didn't show any mercy. He tossed the lighter in the direction of the house, and it fired up. Emerald screamed at the top of her lungs when her house turned into ashes.

Cassie complains, "We've been out all day, Ash played and ran around at the park for two hours and he's still going strong. There is no 'tiring him out', you big fat liar." "Oh god, I'm so sorry… did you give him a lot of sugar by any chance? He can only handle so much,” Ivy murmurs. Both Cassie and Ash get evidently nervous and obvious about the fact that he did eat a lot of sugar, “Well, that’s on you. You basically pumped him up with amphetamines.” “No, you made him this way,” Cassie grumbles, but it’s playful, I can tell she’s not actually upset, “I can’t get my usual sweet treats and not get him some too, I don’t have the heart for that.”

Idaliah flashed her a tearful smile, closed her eyes and bowed her head with her right hand on her chest. Speechless, Adeline stood up, but she only stood there, her hands shaking and chest burning as the chains shook with kneels after kneels that followed when Idaliah herself kneeled. She absentmindedly looked around and found fifty hearts offered and fifty heads lowered for her. "Alpha."

The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water. Sheila fell out of her wheelchair and hit the ground. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward the drain, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her hands. It was hopeless. "My baby… My baby..." She could only watch as her child's ashes slowly disappeared. There was nothing she could do. It felt as though someone had torn her heart apart. She knelt in the mud, sobbing as she reached deep into the drain again and again. Her hands quickly became caked with filth, but she kept searching.

Hazel P.O.V. Elder Max works like a storm in a teacup, quiet, contained, and somehow the whole room bends around him. In the pack clinic he slides ugly little jars across the counter while I measure by eye and temper. Iron ash. Salt. Vinegar boiled with nail heads until the air taste like rain in an old forge. He watches my hands like a teacher who already knows I won’t spill. “Heat-reactive binder,” he says when the mixture goes from clear to cloudy. “Ashfen always cut with verdigris when they’re in a hurry.”

Her lips were curled in anger, her nails tapping on her phone screen rapidly. She dialed a number on FaceTime with her expensive smartphone. “Pick up,pick up…” she muttered under her breath , as she stared intensely at the phone screen. Finally, the line connected and a mud age woman popped up, only her face was visible to the camera but one could tell that she was an elite , respected woman. “Hello Anastasia ” her refined voice came through the phone. Anastasia’s face instantly changed to a sorrowful one and she even managed to burst into tears.