The Final Ashfield Novels & Stories

Daisy got into the car and closed the door. Caleb leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed. Sweat covered his forehead. Daisy looked out the window. The lights of Verdant Manor grew farther and farther away as thick smoke rose into the night sky. She tightened her grip around the divorce agreement in her hands. This time, she was truly free.

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.

Tate drew us standing here like this with graves all around us," Asher said, then brought out a drawing from his pocket, and we were all standing there in the picture with signs of graves all around. It didn't take a genius to see what was going on. What the hell was happening in White Sky?