Novel & Cerita When Love Turns To Ashes

“If you really want me to be Don... if you really believe in me as your successor, then let me lead. Let me find a way to fix this that doesn't involve destroying a woman who’s innocent in all of this. She didn’t ask for this life neither did your daughter.” “You think you’re the first man to fall in love?” Aslan hissed. “You think I didn’t fall for a woman before Lin's mother ? but guess what, I buried it. I buried her Because this world does not make space for love. It demands loyalty and you broke it,you've turned it to ashes.” My breath hitched in my throat. I stared at him, finally seeing the bitterness behind his actions. This wasn't about me,this was about what he never got to have.He

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.

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.

Bent over, no one could tell us apart. I started with Grandma's room, imitating Aria's voice. "Grandma, why didn't you wait for me? Why did you let the car take me? I'm so alone… Won't you come down and keep me company?" I called out, shaking her with all the force of my pent-up sorrow. Her eyes snapped open, and the sight of me, drenched in blood, drained the color from her face. Her mouth quivered, and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

she muttered, her voice low, trembling with disgust and disbelief. He didn’t even flinch. “It *is* love.” His voice was calm—too calm—and that made it worse. “But not the kind you read about in fairytales. Mine doesn’t sit quietly in a corner waiting for a chance. Mine claws. It devours. It haunts.” He took a step closer, eyes dark and sharp. “It’s love, Asha. Just a version that bleeds into obsession and crosses the lines good men don’t go near. But it’s still love. It’s just—*mine*. On my terms ”