The Ashes Of His Name Novels & Stories

They wondered how someone so young could build such an impressive reputation in antiquities and stone gambling, making them question if some people were truly born under lucky stars. "I lost… I lost again," Aspen laughed bitterly, her face deathly pale. The higher her confidence had soared before, the more crushing her defeat felt now. Typically, as the proud heiress of Bridgefields' Stevens family, Aspen would never admit defeat. However, Andrew's final move with the Blood Phoenix Cicada completely shattered her pride and confidence.

"Luca—" But it's too late. Too late to take it back. Too late to soften it. Viremont. Viremont. Viremont. The name echoes in my head. Loud. Relentless. My hands go still in my lap. I don't feel them anymore. Callan Viremont. My breath catches. Not visibly. Not enough for them to see. But I feel it. That crack. He pinned me to the ground. His voice in my ear.

The kind of place men like him went when they wanted to feel invisible. I walked in at two-forty-five and spotted him in the corner booth. His gray hair was thinning, he wore a cheap suit wrinkled. The bottle of scotch in front of him was half gone. He looked up when I slid into the seat across from him. His eyes widened then narrowed. “You.” “Zane Callahan.” I leaned forward with my forearms on the table. “I’m here to settle the debt you owe Ethan. I’m willing to pay the four million so that Lila can have her life back.”

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

He propped himself up slowly, his eyes drawn to the window blinds where shadows shimmered and danced in the periphery. Isla had once been a mere whisper of a name, a fleeting image he admired from a distance, encapsulated in hazy daydreams. But now, she had become intricately woven into the very fabric of his existence, a vibrant thread amongst the dull grey. He pushed himself out of bed, each movement deliberate, and made his way to the shower, where the cascade of steaming water enveloped him in a soothing embrace. Each droplet trickled down his skin like a warm, cleansing rain, washing away the unsettling remnants of his dreams, blurring the sharp edges of the night’s horrors until they s

“That doesn’t help at all, Mom. What’s his name?” “I don’t know…Fire or something.” He was a hot guy named Fire… Took me a couple seconds to figure it out. “That’s Ash. He’s Hades’s brother.” “Whatever. He’s here.” I walked downstairs to meet him in the entryway. I was in a loose t-shirt and jeans. I’d put no effort into my appearance, but I was too sad to care if I didn’t make a good impression. I opened the door and looked at my former brother-in-law. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

Author's POV Emerald smiled bitterly. "You are the first man who didn't need my name to call me by my name... Feels like you were the only one who was supposed to know me." Egon took a deep breath, realising he had her real name while searching for it. "Emerald!" She smiled sadly when a lone tear escaped his eyes while he stared at the Ocean with a heavy heart, that one tear was heavier than the ocean in front of her.

Brewster's character's name was Jone in the drama... He had a stick in his hand that he continuously parted the forest with as he walked aimlessly. His tone had turned hoarse from shouting, and tears streaked his face. His steps faltered with each movement, but he held on. He looked extremely pitiful. His delicately handsome face, stained with tears at the moment, made anyone who looked at him pretty sad for him, and they wanted to protect him.

He seems nervous, as he regards me, his hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're in the immortal lands, in my home. My name is Aspen, Alpha Asher's brother," he explains. I'm shocked into silence for a long second. From what I remember about Alpha Asher, he has the same cut jawline and sloping cheekbones. There eyes are marginally different; as is their hair. Aspen's hair is slightly less disheveled and a soft, wood brown. "Immortal lands," I say slowly, giving my mind time to process that. "Are you immortal?"

due to the fact that Aden had no intention of offending him. For a split second, Aden responded, "I didn't lose my memory!" Who exactly is he going to try to explain this to when he doesn't even understand what's going on right now? It worked out wonderfully for me to be labelled as a crazy person. In point of fact, Rose wasn't entirely certain that he hadn't lost his mind. Ash is the alias of David Smith. 24 years of age today. When he was seven years old, he launched his professional career, which lasted for 17 years.