Romans & histoires The Final Ashfield

Needed to remember something that wasn’t tangled up in bloodlines and rivalries. I was halfway to the door before I heard voices, Professor Dana’s, lilting and a little bit ragged at the edges, and Professor Voss’s deep, rumbling voice in reply. I stopped in the shadow of a climbing vine and listened, my body telling me this was not the kind of conversation to announce myself into. “They are not testing the wards for sport,” Ashleigh was saying. “Whoever it is, they know exactly where to look. That breach last night? Too precise. Too deliberate.”

LILA’S POV The Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the downtown club, but the Blizzard’s charity gala felt like a cage. My heels clicked on the polished marble, each step heavier than the last, as I scanned the crowd for Zane Callahan. The air pulsed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a live band, but my pulse drowned it all out. I didn’t want to be here. But Meredith’s ultimatum of getting Zane ‘s answers or kissing my job goodbye had forced me into this glitzy hell, and the weight of my forced engagement to Ethan Callahan crushed me further.

'It's far too tiring. 'I'll let you go, and we'll never meet again.' After what seemed like an eternity, the alarm from his life monitor went off. A gentle breeze blew past the hospital room, and a faint, pale figure drifted by a pear blossom tree outside, growing fainter and fainter until it disappeared entirely. Chris passed away the year I left, leaving one final message. "She liked sunflowers the most, so please make sure she's buried somewhere with plenty of them. That way, she won't ever meet me again in her next life… Or the life after that…"

Kael (POV) The ash came first. It slid downriver in a thin gray current, scattering through the reeds before the wind carried it inland. By the time it reached the clearing, it was only dust in the air, settling across the shoulders of those who waited. The pack stood in a wide ring, faces lit by a pale flame at the center. The night smelled of smoke and wet earth, a scent of endings that refused to fade. I stood apart near the trees, where the light thinned. The hum beneath my skin had been building all evening. It started low in my bones, then spread outward, into the ground itself, into the air that held its breath.

I don't have to think about anything mafia anymore. I'm fucking free…..yes…yes….yes! We can finally put an end to our story, me and Elle. We finally get our happy ever after. AHH..fuck! My life hasn't felt better. THE END

Jesse and Caleb stood to leave when they caught sight of Asher approaching. Caleb moved slowly toward him. Asher stepped forward to meet him, with Amanda close behind. They embraced, tears streaming down Caleb’s face. “It’s over now, sweetheart,” Asher whispered, holding him tightly. Caleb’s gaze shifted to the spot where Henry had stood before the mine detonated. Asher’s grip loosened as he followed Caleb’s eyes. Caleb took slow steps toward the blast site, Amanda and Jesse a few paces behind. The ground was blackened and torn apart, the air thick with the sharp, metallic scent of blood and smoke.

Oh now you have definitely crossed the line, I will make sure you are charged for assault you hear me , this will be your last day in this school Sooha did not bother to turn back Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting to Pappie’s on time it was now looking like an impossible task

and a particularly large Lycan “asher” She looked around. "They are close friends. I’ll introduce the others after the meeting" she finished. Ruke stood up and faced the many lycans present. He wasted no time in telling them he had found his mate, after which he beckoned Lang Lang to speak to them about the prophecy. When she had finished, a very blonde Lycan with a mole on his nose spoke up, ”what have we got to do with the prophecy,“ he asked, witha bored look on his face.

I'll make it up to you when I get back. I stared at the messages on the screen, then tapped into a livestream pushed to my feed. In the livestream, Cameron was accompanying Lucy as she picked out a dress for a charity gala. His eyes followed her every move. I didn't reply. Instead, I quietly deleted every trace of him from my contacts. One final buzz came through. It was a confirmation text. [Your ID cancellation was successful.] Suddenly, chaos broke into the livestream. Cameron's assistant, Brendan Cole, burst into the frame, gasping for breath, his face pale as ash. He held a document tightly in his hands as he ran up to Cameron.