The Final Ashfield Novels & Stories

Aspen said dismissively, "No matter how hard you try to show off, your abilities are still worthless in Christie's and my eyes. I bet Rodney only cooperated because you're using Rhodes Corporation's name to intimidate him!" Andrew did not even bother responding and left with Francesca. Christina exclaimed happily, "Aspen, whether it was Andrew's doing or not, we can get that billion back now. That's worth celebrating!" Yet, Aspen's face remained dark, finding little joy in the situation. The assault at Madblade Martial Academy would be a lifelong shame for her, though getting the money back was at least some consolation. Stepping forward, Aspen demanded from Dean, "Now hand over the Bridgefi

The candle burns lower, its wax pooling at the base, mirroring the steady unraveling of our shared life. I want to say something meaningful, to wrap this evening in a bow of significance, but all the words seem too big or too small. Instead, I focus on the simple actions, the passing of the last bread roll, the careful pouring of wine into our glasses. Jack watches me, his eyes meeting mine in an unspoken agreement. "I guess this is it," he finally says, a slight tremor in his voice betraying the otherwise steady words. "Yeah," I agree, my own voice a soft echo. "I guess it is." We both know it isn't really over, that the ties are not so easily severed, but this is as close to an ending as w

The villains didn’t die in the storm. They learned how to dance in it and built a kingdom that would never fall. And the legacy of the family… was only just beginning. The End!

He let his mind drift through old memories. The next day, dressed in nothing but a white dress shirt and black slacks, Cole was finally discovered by the cemetery's security staff. His face had gone dark from the cold, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his lips. Snow drifted down from the sky in thin, scattered flakes. Cole had frozen to death. He'd died at the side of the grave marked, "In loving memory of Isabel Cavendish, my beloved wife."

"Leave my things alone, you mangy mutt!" Neal turned, racing back the way he came toward the shouting. He recognized the voice. Ash Merickle. A human he had failed. As Neal turned off the gravel road into her driveway, he noticed Ash standing there, a shovel in her hand as she faced off against Cody Wolfe, a jackal with an awkward last name. He approached Ash, toppling her potted plants, ripping them from their planters and scattering them about her yard as he sneered at her. Ash gripped the handle of her shovel with white knuckles, her eyes narrow slits as she braced for an encounter she knew she would lose. Still, she showed guts standing her ground, guts Neal failed to show over the past

"She's the leader of the hunters faction, she might look so timid and all but I've seen the real her once,she's a devil in disguise" "I won't disagree to that but whatever alliance that has been forged is now terminated I won't have that" *************************************** ARTHUR "May he be accepted up and beyond , may his sons come forward for the final act" I walk towards looking dready and worn out from the tears, Asher follows in suit looking just as dreadful, we both hold a torch setting his corpse which has been adorned with beads and flowers on fire, "Boys get your acts together for your mum" We both walk away from the burning corpse proceeding to the packhouse and the others fol

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

The Philadelphia closing happened on a Thursday, which was two days ahead of schedule, which was the kind of thing that happened when Grace Park organized the documentation and Zara Mitchell reviewed it and neither of them allowed slippage. They sat in a conference room on the forty-second floor of a building in Center City with three Philadelphia partners and two hours of signature pages between them, and at four-seventeen in the afternoon the last document was signed and the Mitchell & Park Philadelphia expansion was, in the legal sense, complete.

“Where, or what? Which one would you like to get now? Or will it be both? You decide.” Julianne knew what he was talking about. He was asking if she wanted to get the book now or get answers to the questions she had. And if she wanted both, she would have to visit the boy’s dormitory. “What is he talking about?” Marianne asked her. Cassian tilted his head to the side and said to Marianne, “So you are Ash’s new friend.” Julianne couldn’t think straight at the moment, especially when Maximus was looking at her like he knew something about her. And one thing she knows is that it was one of the two that gave her friend the bite marks. And yet, she had to help Marianne out.

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.