Through It All From Ashes To New Novels & Stories

Ash to ash. Now, only our future remained. To be continued...

Rather just digging as if I'm fighting for my own life. My shovel finally hits something firm. I continue to dig, creating a much larger hole around me. I brace myself, and carefully but powerfully slam the shovel into the top of the coffin. The shovel manages to break the wood. I toss the shovel aside, and pull up on the slats of wood. I manage to get a few loose, and toss them aside. I kneel down closer to the body in the casket.

I had to My mind was running wild what was the next thing I was going to hear How bad could it be I don't want his protection not this time. Not his protection that I built on lies that later come up to surface, lies that later break me. I'm burning the remnant of myself how?… how? How do I build a new version of myself from the ashes when the ash were blown away by the breeze Build yourself from the ashes so he says but then there are no ash of me that remains

Hope Hate it radiates from every cell in my body. It burns with every breath i take as i drag my tired feet through the mud beneth me forcing myself to stand when i hear the men shouting from the door keeping us locked in this god forsaken place. I can hear the cough of a small girl no more than 10 in the cell next to mine, her chains rattiling with every shake of her shoulders. i wonder what she did to get here. Shes weak we all are, no food or water for two days will do that to you. The dougens smell of sulfure and desparation. Its dark with a single dimly lit lantern sitting in the corner. It flickers from the small breeze coming from beneath the doungen door. My name is hope, its kind of

However, I swear I'll start loving you right from now on and love our children the same way as well. At that moment, my face was already covered in tears without me knowing. Yoel reached his hand toward me from afar. "Please give me one more chance, Felicity. After you've crossed the bridge, let bygones be bygones, alright? Let us start from scratch again." Bobby shook my hand and said, "Ms. Allen, please just say yes!" He pouted when he said how great Yoel was, and Yoel even gave him some candy.

She finds herself in a moral bind concerning forgiveness, retaliation, and the brittleness of trust. Zara and Kael must destroy the weapon in a final, adrenaline-pumping battle before it ends up in the wrong hands. However, Kael gives up his claim to authority in the process, preferring anonymity to a throne that would bind him to the past indefinitely. After the adventure and the love she discovered amidst the ashes of a broken world, Zara returns to the barren ruins irrevocably altered. In a backdrop of destruction, Echoes in the Ashes narrates a story of love, survival, and redemption. It examines the effects of authority, the difficulties of forgiving, and the belief that love may illumi

… She stormed into the room, her voice raw with fury as she shouted at me. “Who allowed you to come into Jenny’s room?! I’ve never allowed you to go in there! You’re not worthy of being in Jenny’s room! You saw it all, right? Look at how amazing she was. All those certificates, trophies, and honors! She’s the pride of my life, my treasure, a gift from heaven! And you... you’re nothing but trash! A disgrace! I should never have had you! You’ll never be as good as your sister!”

, Ruke shrugged and shifted a fallen tree from his path and continued walking. They had now walked out of the woods and were walking toward their home, which was a stone's throw from the forest. “The only thing separating forest and house is the wide tarred road for the benefit of cars and visitors. They got to the house and Ruke looked upwards. It had become a habit of his but he couldn't help thinking about how big their home was, as they were filthy rich. One of the perks of being immortal was that they had years and years of piling up wealth and they had power at their fingertips.

Try me with your best weapon, Break me with your strongest blow, Stab me with your sharpest knife, Make me bleed till you heart enraptures. Keep repeating till you leave nothing of me Till I am brought down to ashes. But when you stop, When your hands worn out, When your happiness reaches the seventh cloud. Then will I play my Ace. Then will be my time to rise. To rise from my own ashes. Then will be my time to bring you as down as high you went.

“As long as you and I are together, that’s all that matters.” “We’ll never be apart,” she assured him, pressing her warm lips to his again. Rome closed his eyes and savored the feeling of her. As much as they’d been through, he had to believe she was right, that nothing would ever tear them apart. She had to be--because he knew he wouldn't be able to live without her. Now that she’d come back from the dead, and he’d overcome death, he thought, surely, the worst was over.