Xu Feng Ashes Of Love Novels & Stories

Lira (POV) The air in the cleansing room isn’t just thick—it’s choking. The stench of incense coils through my nostrils like burning hair and spoiled meat. They’ve burned the same mix every time—wolfsbane ash, marrow dust, grave lilies. It doesn’t just linger. It infests. I can feel it creeping under my skin, nesting in the hollow behind my ribs. A curse-wearing perfume.

Asha's eyes scanned Elena’s face as she offered the coffee she had brought. "Take this. You need energy to help him when he wakes up," Asha said. Elena shot one look at the coffee. She didn’t have the mood to take anything, but her head was spinning, and her body was starting to break. Elena took it from her hand. “Elena, loving someone who loves someone else hurts. Giving yourself false hope will only hurt you more,” Asha said, pulling out a chair as she sat down. Elena’s face turned towards her. "I have seen the love and admiration in Xavier’s eyes for Iris. He will never love me," Asha said, looking at her. Elena’s face was one that would not listen to anything.

"Let them look for us. We'll be waiting." Without another word, Julian lowered his head and captured her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss—not a gentle parting gesture, but a wild, untamed sealing of their fates. Outside, the wind howled through the mountain pines, carrying the distant rumble of approaching enemy engines, but inside the safehouse, the war had already been won

June was smiling so hard her cheeks ached. But inside Xander’s mind, a plan was slowly forming. “I gave you everything. My love. My trust. If I find out you’re still in love with him… if I find out this is all a game to you… then I’ll turn this marriage into your slowest heartbreak.” The music ended. The crowd clapped. People rose to their feet in awe of their chemistry. Xander leaned forward and kissed June’s forehead tenderly. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, whispering, “I love you, Xander. More than words.”

Eve whispered, the words tasting foreign. He didn’t press. Instead, he led her outside, through manicured paths winding around the garden. Roses, stubborn and defiant against the creeping chill of late autumn, spilled over trellises and beds. Their petals, bruised by frost, still clung fiercely to life. “Sophia loved roses,” Alex said quietly, almost to himself. Her heart stuttered. Did she? Did she love them now? The truth was lost in fog. “I still do,” she lied, her voice sweet and easy. It felt dangerous, how easily the falsehoods slipped out.

He was still in love with her. LATER – ANASTASIA’S RESTING ROOM The cameras had gone dark. Crew members shuffled about, clearing equipment, voices fading as the set wrapped up. Anastasia sat alone in her private lounge, the heavy makeup still clinging to her skin, though the energy in her smile was long gone. She leaned back against the couch, exhaling deeply. For a moment, she simply closed her eyes. But then Randy's face surfaced in her mind. She bit her lip, restless. "Does he… still love me?" she whispered to herself, the thought spilling out before she could stop it.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

"Yes." He nodded toward the notebook. "I'm writing about them." A strange heaviness settled in her chest. Not sadness exactly. Something closer to anticipation. "What are their names?" The question felt ridiculous. She already knew. Yet she asked anyway. His expression softened instantly. The transformation was remarkable. Like sunlight passing across old stone. "My wife is Meher." There it was. The name again. "She loves flowers." A small smile appeared. "Particularly marigolds." Something flickered unexpectedly inside Aisha's memory.

He stood up, shaking, and locked eyes with Sophie. He seemed to have lost all sense of love for her as he said, "You always loved the swing in our yard… I had it repaired for you. "You told me before that you liked the smell of lavender in your room, so I had the best perfumer make a custom scent for you. "I've truly changed. I know you love sweet things and dislike coriander and onions. "If you don't like living with my parents, we can move out. You won't have to worry about them. And if you still feel insecure, I'll transfer half of my shares to you."

Immediately begin emergency transfer] The system suddenly complies with Feng Juetian command without the need to pay any system point. A pale blue light shone on Feng Juetian body. “Where do you think you’re going” Shouted Tian Xiu Lan as she quickly swings her sword at Feng Juetian neck. Alas, Feng Juetian body has vanished before the blade descends onto his neck. There are only Feng Juetian blood and his severed right arm that’s still lying there. Zhu Wushang then looks at Liu Xiling Who trying to resist the aphrodisiac by cycling her spirit qi. While the aphrodisiac effect inflicting pain on her body and try to make her submit. And Blacky whimpering nearly reaches its last breat