When Love Turns To Ashes の小説・ストーリー

Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the remnants of her smugness. She began to tremble, her voice choked with desperation. "Please, Liam... I-I beg you to love me again. I was meant to be your Luna. I-I'm going crazy without you." Liam's grip loosened slightly, his anger still radiating in the air, "Love, Asha? Love is not something you can demand or force. It is earned through loyalty and sacrifice. You betrayed me and Nicole, and you will face the consequences of your actions." Asha's tears flowed freely now as she reached out toward Liam, her voice filled with desperation. "I... I was weak, Liam. But I still love you. Please, forgive me. Let me make it right."

Ashley choked on the sound of the word, Aiden raised her to a sitting posture, and rubbed her back until she was stable. Would he still love her same, if he found out she was his nemesis ex? If he found out this was just a revenge game? If he found out she was the red haired voluptuous lady he passionately kissed? "Okay, the word love freaks you out then." Ashley nodded. She didn't believe in love, the only man she had ever loved, had used her, abused her, dumped her, broke her and rejected her. So for her, love was just a candy coasted bag of lies. And she would never give any man such power over her again. Never. But she liked Aiden, a lot.

Power and them. “They don’t love you, Ash.” My voice cracks with pain as I speak and my tears leak out freely. “They only want what you can give them, they don’t see you the way I do. The way I always will. I don’t want to lose you, My King.” Ashryn shakes his head lightly and light leaks out of his hand as he clenches them. The light moves like something liquid. Thick, golden, resplendent. I barely pull in my next breath before a vision takes hold of me and a soft gasp leaves my mouth.

I felt sick, the world spinning around me as Asher took my face in his hands, gazing deep into his eyes. “Ivy…I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so fucking much. I am fucking addicted to you,” I couldn’t speak. My legs trembled, the only response from me being the tears that didn’t bother to stop. “Say something,” Asher pleaded. “Please tell me those are happy tears. But even if you don’t feel the same way…” “You can’t love me…” I wailed, moving away from him. “You can’t!” “Why!?” he demanded, looking appalled.

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

The shard whispered through me, a cruel caress: She chose, as you must. The vision shifted, and her silver eyes met mine, burning across centuries. “You cannot wield fire without ruin, child,” Ashara said, her voice breaking with the weight of her own choice. “The shard will take what you love most, because only love is strong enough to burn forever.” Her face crumpled then, grief overtaking fury, and she fell to her knees, clutching the lifeless body against her chest. The flames around us shrieked, folding inward until they devoured her whole.

He reassured again, as a fear took over his wife's eyes, darkening their lively green shade, like the darkness of death snuffing out the life from her soul. "I love you." Asher declared, "Do you hear Me? I love you." The Luna nodded with effort. But her brow was still pulled tightly together. "Now you breathe and go." Asher ordered, his eyes hardening. He was preparing himself. The Luna's brows relaxed both in shock and with an underlying relief. It was faint, but it was there. She raised a shaky finger to Asher's lips. They were opened and releasing soft sobs. "Go." Asher whispered again, then he kissed her hand once more.

As though she was some princess when she was nothing more than filth itself. "I don't understand why this is happening to me..." Ashley spoke, her voice cracking a bit, as she raised an arm up to her eyes, concealing them from our sight. "I did nothing wrong; only to want and give love. With the man I love most. Was that really wrong? To the point that the pack will dissolve? It's just too much..."

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.