3 Days Grace Gone Forever Novels & Stories

“Grace has slowed down significantly since you two got hitched. Sleeping more and everything.” I shrug, flipping on the blinker as we near our exit. “Harvest’s in. Plus, this is around the time Juliet died last year. I think Grace is depressed. We’re not preventing anything, but I’m not pressuring her either.” “Oh hell. I didn’t know that. Probably why Ella’s so reluctant to leave too.” “Might contribute,” I agree, slowing the truck as I make the turn onto the city roads that’ll take us to the college. “Might just be they’re good family.”

How could I tell him that I was dying? That the healer said my wolf spirit was fading fast— that I only had three days left before the bond would consume me completely? “Joseph,” I murmured, “would you come with me? We’ll go to Grandpa’s pack. They’ll love you there.” He hesitated. “Can we stay a little longer, Mom? Just three days? If he really doesn’t want us after that, we’ll go. But I want to call him Dad… just once.” Tears blurred my vision. I stroked his hair and nodded, though my heart was already breaking.

I'd destroyed something irreplaceable because I'd been too proud, too stupid, too concerned with appearances to see the incredible woman right in front of me. That decision had haunted me every day for three years. Every training session where I pushed myself to exhaustion trying to outrun the guilt. Every night lying awake wondering what Grace was doing, whether she'd survived, whether she'd found happiness without me. Every moment of understanding exactly what I'd lost and believing I'd never get the chance to make it right. But somehow—through a combination of luck, growth, and Grace's extraordinary capacity for forgiveness—I'd been given a second chance. Not just to make amends, but to b

Grace said. "You don't know that! You two are hypocrites! You made me feel like I was the lowest person on earth. You kept me from Tristian for a month!" "Please forgive me!" "Ask God for forgiveness, not me. You were supposed to be my best friend. Y-you were supposed to always be there for me and you sold me out. And now my father is dead." "Haven please!" Grace begged. "I have nothing more to say to you. Get out."

Just gone. Grace found me crying in the garden. "He'll come back," she said. Sitting beside me. "Eventually. When he's healed. When he's ready. He'll come back." "What if he doesn't?" I asked. "What if this is how it ends? What if I lose him forever because Eva sacrificed herself and he can't forgive that? Can't forgive me for teaching her that sacrifice is noble?" "Then we love him from distance," Grace said. "Like we always do. Like we've always done. We love our family even when they leave. Even when they're angry. Even when they need space. We love them and we wait and we hope they come back."

She did not know that today was the last day of being three. That was Grace’s private knowledge. She kept it private because it was hers to keep — because the looking at ordinary days with the awareness that they were also last-days was something she had developed over years of understanding that the present was where the actual living happened and that if you did not look at it directly while you were in it you would find, looking back, that you had been elsewhere for most of it. She intended to be here for this one. ---

I've had enough. "You're just upset with me because I brought Tiana and Caden to live with us three years ago, aren't you? Come on, it's been so long. Do you really have to drag this out and take it out on Stella?" That wasn't the truth. How I wished I could tell him that I was already dead to his face—but I couldn't. No one could see me. I was just a spirit. … When Andrew forcibly sent me to the countryside three years ago, Tiana also tagged along in secret.

If he hadn’t made that sacrifice, he and her mother would still be together, and he might have been the loving father to the children they never had. The ache of loss was something Grace knew too well. She had already lost one of the most important people in her life and now stood on the verge of losing another. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she sank into the sofa, exhaustion pulling at her. For the first time in what felt like ages, her mind and dreams found a rare moment of peace. She clung to it, hoping it would last, even if just for tonight. Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the door. Grace jumped off the sofa, startled. She realized it was morning, and she didn’t need to hurry to w

How long does it take to give up on a man you've loved for ten years? It takes me 3 seconds. The first second, I signed my name on the contract to become the chief designer of a renowned studio in Paris. The second second, I lock away ten years of my youth in my heart. The third second, I completely prepare to leave Levi's world. My fiancé Levi is the heir of the Smith Group, the absolute aristocracy. For others, he is untouchable.

I doubt death changed his methods much. I read it a fourth time anyway, at my desk, with the city going dark orange outside my window and my father's old shipping charts still bolted to the wall behind me because I've never gotten around to taking them down. Thirty days. One marriage. One year, uninterrupted, or the whole empire slides sideways into the cousin's lap. It's the kind of clause a sentimental old man writes when he's dying and wants a story out of his granddaughter's life instead of a balance sheet. It's also, if I'm being honest with myself, the kind of gift I have not been handed in a very long time.