Stay This Way From Ashes To New Novels & Stories

Pack elder. Living proof that broken things could heal. That rejected wolves could thrive. That endings could transform into beautiful new beginnings. Forever forward. But at my own pace now. With nothing left to prove. And everything is still to enjoy. Perfect. Complete. Home.

he cried. I stopped walking and looked at the man who had once been the untouchable prince of Saphira's elite circle. Now, he was nothing more than a mad beggar without an ounce of his former dignity. I felt neither sympathy nor satisfaction at his downfall. The only thing left was a sense of peace, as I had completely let go of the past. I said, "Live well, Wayne. Carry the debt you owe me and spend a long life in the damning swamp you've created for yourself."

--- --- It’s the one that stays steady— --- Even when fear tries to return. --- ---

“This? This is just karma doing its job.” Ashley smiled nervously, almost disbelieving. She stepped closer, perching on the edge of my desk. “Karma, huh? Well, you’re one lucky woman, then. This couldn’t have come at a better time.” I tilted my head, studying her. “What do you mean?”

I laughed and thought to myself, 'There's still so much to live for. It was already evening when I returned from the company. As soon as I arrived at the place I was staying, I spotted Jake waiting for me. He seemed to have waited for quite some time. I could tell because the ground was full of cigarette butts. When he saw me arriving, he stood up immediately and presented a bouquet of flowers. "Mindy, I know this is all my fault, but please give me a chance. You don't have to be so cruel! Ever since you handed me the divorce papers, I've been reflecting on myself daily, questioning what led us to this point! Can we go inside and talk?"

Like an old friend who's been waiting patiently for us to find our way home. When the wind shifts, it carries more than the scent of healing earth and magical flowers. It carries voices. But these aren't the tormented wails we've grown to dread. These are songs. Wordless melodies that rise and fall with the gentle complexity of a lullaby. The Ash-born have found their rest at last. Not erased or forgotten, but laid to rest in the forest that once held them captive. They've returned to the natural cycle they were torn from so long ago.

, Ruke shrugged and shifted a fallen tree from his path and continued walking. They had now walked out of the woods and were walking toward their home, which was a stone's throw from the forest. “The only thing separating forest and house is the wide tarred road for the benefit of cars and visitors. They got to the house and Ruke looked upwards. It had become a habit of his but he couldn't help thinking about how big their home was, as they were filthy rich. One of the perks of being immortal was that they had years and years of piling up wealth and they had power at their fingertips.

I'll let you go Now that I found A way to keep somehow More than a broken vow Tell me the words I never said Show me the tears you never shed Give me the touch That one you promised to be mine Or has it vanished for all time I'll let you go I'll let you fly Why do I keep on asking why? I'll let you go Now that I found A way to keep somehow More than a broken vow @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT!

I had to My mind was running wild what was the next thing I was going to hear How bad could it be I don't want his protection not this time. Not his protection that I built on lies that later come up to surface, lies that later break me. I'm burning the remnant of myself how?… how? How do I build a new version of myself from the ashes when the ash were blown away by the breeze Build yourself from the ashes so he says but then there are no ash of me that remains

she asked nervously, scared that he would say no. Matteo’s lips curved, slow and certain. "Sure we are friends now so we would definitely hang out together " . . . . . . . . . Across the city, Aubrey wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she straightened the bed sheets in one of the mansion’s many rooms. Her new job wasn’t easy, but it paid better than anything she’d ever had before. The mansion’s owner, a sophisticated businesswoman, barely made appearances, and the work mostly involved keeping the estate spotless.