The Disowned Heiress: Fire And Ashes Novels & Stories

“Hardly. I came to remind you that you don’t own this space; you don’t own this city. Tonight, the spotlight isn’t just yours.” With that, I turned my gaze to Gabriella, who took a small step back, observing me with equal parts disdain and intrigue. “Congratulations on your new partnership,” I said, my openness a strategic mask for the confidence bubbling beneath. “Though we all know you’re merely a pawn in Andre’s elaborate chess game.” Gasps spread through the attendees at my audacity, their eyes darting between the three of us, hungry for the unfolding drama. Gabriella lifted her chin, an unmistakable defiance glimmering in her icy gaze. “And you must be the runaway heiress who’s chosen t

Mary trusted me to keep her safe, she trusted me to help her navigate through the evils of the world, and I, the most powerful creature in the world, hadn't been able to do that. I was so busy wallowing in my emptiness that I didn't smell the fire or see the smoke. I didn't hear the screams coming from the upstairs rooms. I didn't notice the naked woman with the fiery red hair descending the stairs. The only thing that pulled me from my stupor was the pleas of Alpha Ash, begging for his life, begging the woman to forgive him for his sins. The woman seemed not to notice him as she walked toward him, her fiery flames following her every step, licking every part of the mansion. I heard Ash scre

A pair of deep, soul-piercing eyes made her tremble violently. The next second, a man clasped her neck and his sexy voice full of chills. "Tell me, who ordered you?" Just like his beautiful voice, the man has a heroic and handsome face with thin eyebrows. His dark pupils are deep like the sea, staring through her soul, making Ashley feel that her breathing is going to freeze. 'Who is this man? Why so fierce.' Ashley was confused. She recalled what had happened before she opened her eyes just now. It was so clear that she was surrounded by the fire and burned to death by her sister--Mia Sanchez.

I’ll destroy her completely. “The media is already calling it the ‘Wedding of the Damned,’” Gregory snaps, pacing the room like a caged animal. “T*****r’s trending with #WestfieldScandal and #BlackwoodBetrayal. The stock market isn’t even waiting for Monday. Futures are already tanking.” He stops dead in his tracks, turning to glare at me with eyes that could burn through steel. “Explain to me how a sheltered little heiress managed to outmaneuver all of us. Explain to me how she got her hands on footage that should have been impossible to obtain.”

“We fight together.” He looked at her, heart in his throat. “Even if we lose?” She kissed him, fierce and real. “We won’t. We can’t.” The Black Fire Upstairs, Jade stood in the ruins of the Ashford parlor. Flames danced around her. She walked through the wreckage like a queen surveying her ashes. Then she turned to Agent Seven. “Bring me the girl,” she said coldly. “Alive.” He nodded, vanishing into the shadows.

The world spun, and then I was no longer standing on the ramparts—I was standing in Ashara’s ruin. Stone towers burned around me, their walls collapsing into ash that floated like snow across a blood-red sky. A woman stood in the heart of the fire, her silver eyes wild, her hair streaked with soot and flame. She raised her hands to the heavens, and the earth cracked at her feet, screaming beneath her power. Ashara. Her presence blazed through me, not as a ghost but as memory alive, and the shard forced me to watch.

I fell hard onto the ground, my eyes widening in horror as flames and smoke began to engulf the mansion before me. “Are you okay?” Ethan’s voice broke through the haze, and I felt his hands lifting me as I stared, paralyzed, at the burning house. “My family…” My voice cracked as I struggled to my feet, my instincts pushing me forward, but Ethan’s arms wrapped around me, holding me back. “Let me go!” I kicked and screamed, clawing at him, desperation clawing at my insides. But his grip was strong, and he pulled me close, refusing to let me run into the flames.

She spoke in hushed tones and I knew for sure that she didn't want anyone to hear us. “What do you have in mind? Will you like to call Rodrigo over?” I whispered, as my eyes darted around the room, to see if anyone was eavesdropping on us. That was the last thing I wanted, because it'll be used against me, against us and our secrets will be exposed and by the heavens, this will lead to our downfall. I'm sure Lexi, that little bitch will want to see us crumble, more than anything. Rodrigo was the same man my mother had used in murdering my step mother. He had done it in a way that no one would suspect him, but Lexi and trust me, it worked out perfectly.

But it wasn’t the bonfire that caught my eyes, but the wood poles that were placed around it with each of my loved ones strapped to a pole, unconscious. My heart sank in my chest, as it reminded me of how witches were burned at the stake, making me fear this was what the heir had in store for my family. Carla gasped at the sight in front of her eyes, as it was clear that she too was thinking the same as me. “I see you succeeded in bringing the girl to me.” I heard the heir’s voice say, before I seen him appear from the depths of the fire. “As you wished, my Prince.” Carla said stepping away from me, as I stared at her in disbelief that she would double cross us, but it was clear that she had

Hailey thought maddeningly as she spat at the revulsive chemical. It was the same smell she had perceived the last day in her past life, Hailey eyes scanned around and in a minute she saw a heap of ash on the floor, Hailey instantly knew that it was her body that had burned into ash by her merciless sister Ashley which was Cassidy in her present life, She could still feel the pain of body been burned when she was still perfectly alive, she could clearly remembered how Ashley had flickered on the lighter and threw it right on her fueled body, Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she thought of how she had lost her peace of mind in a day. she was still hovering over the thought when, the doors