Novel & Cerita The Final Ashfield

With one last look at herself, she whispered: “Time to remind Larry what he’s walking away from… and show him what happens when you try to leave Audrey Sinclair.” She walked out of the room, her heels echoing with resolve. The game was on. And Audrey had no plans of losing.

As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page. However, there was no response. Logan’s patience ran thin. He spammed me with voice messages. “Coral, if you don’t show up now, I’ll dump your father’s ashes straight into the sewer. “You’ll never find him again. “This is your final chance to show yourself to me.” Logan had never sent me so many messages since Elise came into our lives. However, his attempts to communicate were met with silence. Time went by. Slumping against his bench, Logan clenched the phone in his hand.

Naturally, they were in a foul mood, waiting to beat the IA team I led so they could turn things around. Heh. As if I would give them that chance. On the finals stage, my newly assembled teammates and I worked in perfect coordination. They followed my commands as one, and we smoothly took the victory, unlike Rowan’s team, who were arguing both during the match and afterward. The moment I stood on the podium holding the championship trophy, I saw Nina again. This time, she was holding an even larger, more vivid bouquet of red roses as she walked toward me. "Ash, congratulations on winning the championship."

And somewhere out there, Asher was searching—unaware of how much had changed. How much Chloe had changed. ```

Ashley The final battle was here, and it could be the last straw to break the camel's back. Or, in better, less vague terms, the last battle to determine if the Lycan Tribe was going to emerge out of it in one piece. The forest was quieter than it should have been. The rogues had started to fall back after Lucas’s death, the pack of snarling bodies now scattered into shadows that melted into the trees. Their eyes were uncertain and a little afraid, as they watched Bryce and I from the shadows, their beady red eyes flowing.

After a few minutes of looking around, Asher found his grandfather standing by under a pavilion that was close to the white fences separating the game field from the sidelines. The old man’s gaze was fixed on the field where riders atop horses were already taking their positions. Dragging his feet, Asher moved to stand beside him. He felt hollow and wrung out, as though the encounter he had with Zane in the shed had peeled back every protective layers in his chest. Grandfather Robert spared him a brief glance when he settled next to him but didn't say anything and turned his attention back on the field.

Was it proper for a high judge to be this submissive in front of a civilian? "I am here to turn this Remington, into an Ashwood" She felt a hand on her head, lightly resting on her tousled hair for a moment. She could deduce just how long his fingers were. He signalled the lawyer who handed the initial papers Halo and Talon had signed to Mr Vikram who scrutinized it. His eyes widened. Talon Ashwood was here to get married, and to this woman perched at his side, even at the mention of her being a Remington didn't stir up any familiar images. "Is she.......a distant relative of the Remington's?" He asked quietly.

“I made the mistake of believing in something that wasn't real.” He did not look back. He did not stop. The chapter ends with me, the Queen of Nothing, watching the King of Ashes disappear, his back as cold and final as the tomb he was rebuilding around his heart, a tomb I had just helped him build.