The Final Ashfield Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Lawson bought a flight ticket to Idani today." Yoel finally smiled, and he told Henry to book him a ticket for the same flight immediately. "That's right. Felicity has always wanted to check out an art exhibition with me. I'll just have to comfort her a little!" He walked out the door as he spoke, and he was gone from the surveillance footage in just ten seconds. I turned my phone off and took out the SIM card, throwing both the card and the phone in the trash can nearby. I figured I wouldn't need them anymore.

"Save your dramatics for the press conference tomorrow, nephew. You have an empire to protect." The service finally ended. The crowd dispersed into the rain in quiet, hushed waves, offering their solemn nods and soft condolences as they passed my pew. I didn't move. I didn't stand up. I sat alone in the dimming cathedral as the candles flickered down to pools of wax, staring at her photograph until the light outside turned to dusk. A soft, hesitant step echoed on the cold marble aisle behind me. "Lucian?"

A minute of awkward silence reigned among them when Ash finally gave in and decided to discuss the inevitable. "So, as much as I am dreading to talk about what happened on –"Ash released a heavy sigh as he fought the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes again. "—on the mission, I take it that we really don't have a choice, right? Eve—even though we failed, we still need to wrap up what happened in this mission to—to close the phase 1." Ash voice were low as he forced himself to utter these words, his voice was too low as it was barely a whisper. But judging by the looks on their faces, he knew they had heard him quite well, as they all replied with a nod.

These are all Asher’s men. The final shot glass has a gold line circling the upper ridge. It’s bigger than the rest. I’m not shocked when I read Asher’s name carved into the surface. This is their little clubhouse, I realize. Picturing all of them laughing in here, plotting their next moves—planning how to use me—makes my blood boil. I bet he asked them what he should do with me. How to best manipulate me in his war with Yannick. I bet he’s going to brag to them how he fucked me here.

“Then we come across a familiar body… Harper looked closer and it’s…. (He couldn’t resist it. he looked at Asher.) I’m sorry, Asher.” Asher’s face automatically soured. “You… you mean…” Brayden nodded. Norton’s eyes dilated and Anthony stood up to tap Asher on the shoulder. Damon and Harper held each other because of the news. “No… she’s… she’s tough. The soldiers are nothing compared to her.” – Asher was murmuring. “I’m so sorry, man. Some soldiers were sent to bury her body as we speak.” – Brayden said And then, rage spilled out of Asher’s system. He stood up from the rattan chair and ignored everyone calling his name. He ran out of the room, of the roundhouse and into the forest.

but she kept it to herself, walking along so that the few people behind her could say their respects. Once everyone else was gone, Mary and Bart sat beneath some nearby trees and watched Jeff and his team move the casket inside the mausoleum. They came out a few moments later and closed the door most of the way, but not all the way. Jeff lifted his hand in Bart’s direction, as if to signal they were set, and then walked away. “Well, it’s all over but the waiting,” Mary said, absently tugging at the grass.

Juliet curled up on the ground, her voice broken as she said, "I loved you. But you only ever saw me as a placeholder. "I'll destroy you, and her—" That night, she sent him one last text. [Let's meet one last time.] She floored the gas pedal at the corner of the street they had agreed on. The headlights surged forward. Edward did not move—he had always believed he was the one in control.

She had to stop him from learning what she was now certain was true. Mia Thompson was Elena Ashford. And if Nikolai proved it, Cassandra would lose everything.

“It was passed down that the bloodline of your ex lover would be in full possession of a piece, your urn. Kayla made a request to be given your ashes as a peace token for handing you over to the hands of the Alpha of their time to slay. It was said that your urn is to be with them, maybe along the way, it might have been given to the wrong hands or might have been sold to the hands of strangers. But for what it was, your urn isn't here in this Park.” His words had set fire burning through me, these people were still trying to act cunny. In my eyes, I saw their ancestors, the very people who approved and conducted my execution “You dare not joke with me.” I lit a fire that spread throughout t

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.