When Love Turns To Ashes Novels & Stories

As if she had already chosen the world she wanted to live in. I rose. My knees left prints in the mud, half filled by the river’s edge. When I stood, the cold air pulled me back into myself. The moon trembled across the surface, broken by current. The ash began to move downstream, slow and gleaming, as if the river itself was carrying the dead toward whatever waited for them. I turned away and followed the sound of fire rising in the distance. Kael (POV) The ash came first.

My chest rose and fell in ragged, violent gasps, my fists trembling at my sides, my dark hair falling wildly over my bloodied forehead. "Don't you ever! I roared, my voice echoing off the vaulted stone ceiling like thunder, tearing through the sacred silence of the church, "...EVER speak her name again!" Chloe cowered against the bench, tears streaming down her pale face, her hands raised instinctively to shield her head. "Lucian, please! I love you! I was just trying to help" "You didn't care if she lived or died!" I stepped closer, my voice dropping into a terrifying, guttural growl that made her flinch violently. "None of us did! We bled her dry and left her to drown, and you sit here ta

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

She could hardly believe she had once thought she loved him. Guilt tightened in Ashera’s chest until it felt hard to breathe. How could she have ever loved someone like Evan? How could she have given her heart to him, believed his lies, and dreamed of a future with him? The memory of his smile, the way he used to hold her, now felt rotten, poisoned with everything she had just learned.

She didn't answer or mind what I was doing. "Ley, I love Asher. He's not the first but he's the last. But I can't turn my back on Charles and you know that. But I need Asher more but he shouldn't meet him. Asher will never come back to me but it will never change that he will be the last man I will love. Ley, I just want to see him and be with him until he forgives me." I couldn't stop myself from crying. "Damn love. That's why our lives are plagued because of that stupid love."

The box was custom-made for this purpose, with exactly 999 slots. But when I looked at the final space, it was still empty. I stared at that empty slot for a long time, a self-mocking smile on my lips. So it turned out, no matter how long I waited, it was all for nothing. I carried the box out of the room and into the open grounds of the family cemetery. I took a silver match from my pocket and struck it. The silver-kissed flame licked up the side of the box, devouring it. One by one, the magically preserved roses dissolved in the heat, turning to ash and then, to nothing.

“No one wants to say it, but I know it. Everyone keeps looking at me with those pitiful eyes. They only help me because they feel pity for me. I don't want that anymore.” “And who's telling you these lies?” she asked. “No one does anything for you out of pity.” “Oh please.” I rolled my eyes and gritted my teeth. “You can choose to deny it all you want, but I know it to be true. Or am I wrong Abby?” I turned to face my younger sister. “You keep trying to convince me to go out with you because you feel pity for me.” I added, tears burning in my eyes. “Tell me if I'm wrong.”

Fulmer truly loved you. Simon heard every word Eason said. Every word cut into Simon like a thousand tiny needles, leaving him breathless from the pain. Thinking back to the strange things Clover had said, Simon suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. So it turned out that his wife had once loved him so deeply. To protect his dignity and future, to spare him from pain, she had even borne the title of being infertile. Simon thought he deserved to die. How could he have pushed away a woman who had loved him so much?

Asher let out a dry laugh like the concept of love was nothing but a sick joke to him. "I still hold a lot of anger towards Axel for not having Tiffany killed. A person can hold a gun to your mother's head and you still let that person get away with it. That's just beyond my understanding. Love does nothing but make you weak." Asher's gaze was capable of boring holes into me. It was almost as if he was asking me to snap out of my dream La La Land and snap back to reality where everything isn't rainbows and bursts of sunshine. It's harsh truths and betrayals.

I love you. Asher ................ Fat teardrops fell on the screen one after another as she read and reread his love confession in profound disbelief. Her heart contorting painfully in her chest. I love you. Asher loved Shanice. He loved her. The weight of revelation hit Serena like a tidal wave, destroying her beyond hope. A fierce hot pain sliced through her, cutting deep into her bones. The intensity of agony she felt was almost tangible. Breathless, she clutched her wounded heart and collapsed to the floor. Her eyes never drying of tears. Just like that her world had shattered into irreparable pieces and she could only watch.