3 Days Grace Gone Forever Novels & Stories

“What… happened?” “You died. For five minutes.” Grace set the cup down and pressed her other hand over her mouth. Tears streamed down her face freely now. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen her cry like this before. “Your heart stopped. We thought… I thought you were gone. But we managed to bring you back.” Died. I’d actually died. That explained the darkness. The floating. The choice between the light and Grace’s voice. “How long?” I asked. “Three days since you were shot. Your heart stopped yesterday.” She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. “You shouldn’t be awake yet. You should be resting. You lost so much blood, and the wound—”

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

… Jeremy sat in the hospital director's office, staring vacantly at my phone lying on the desk. A call broke the silence. He reached for the phone and answered. The voice on the other end was sharp and impatient. "You've been stalling on this grave plot for weeks. How many times do I have to call you? "Last chance. Do you still want it or not, you broke loser? "You know what? You're pathetic. You've already lost one kidney, and now you're down to your last. If you weren't such a useless wreck, you could've hocked the other one and at least split a grave with someone.

"It was just a little something extra in your food. I won't pretend it doesn't hurt, but it's nothing compared to a fraction of what my daughter felt before she died. I regret it every day, letting an ungrateful mongrel like you into our home. Because of you, my family's in ruins. "Not that it matters now. You'll be seeing your mother in hell soon enough. Turns out you're just as rotten as she was." Kyle tried to speak, but the pain tearing through his gut left him drenched in sweat instead. Blood poured from his mouth in great heaving gouts, his face twisting into an ugly, mottled shade of blue-black. He looked to be suffering terribly. He sank to the floor, unable to move, thrashed a few t

"She just sat there and enjoyed it... she never loved me like dad... I lost again..." "Grace... just...please don't do anything bad like last time... you matter a lot to me..." Before she could say anything else Grace ended the call and started crying loudly. She had lost again and just wanted this to end now. She remembered her mom and wanted to be with her at that point. She stood up and started searching for something. After looking for a long time she sat at that place again, she had a small bottle in her hand, it contained her pills. She opened it and took a handful of pills in her hand and didn't even think twice before she gulped them. She didn't fear death because she had lost alread

I said softly. “Excuse me?” “I’ll give you seven days. If you can prove to me in that time that we can make this work. If not, you have to promise to let me go back to Paul and live the life that I deserve.” “Grace, come on. There’s a lot of history here, a lot to work through. It’s going to take longer than a week. Give me a month at least.” “Seven days,” I repeated. “Trust me, I’m being generous with that. Don’t push me”

"Sadly, right after Catherine had you, a fire broke out at the hospital. In the chaos, we lost you." "Did you search for me for eighteen years?" "We searched for the first ten." Edward's face flushed with a rare hint of regret. "Then... We had Alice." An icy laugh escaped me. "So you just gave up on me?" "Catherine was at her breaking point." He let out a weary sigh. "Every mention of you shattered her. That was until we found Alice at an orphanage, five years old and the spitting image of you." Edward seemed lost in the past.

] I floated above the city, watching the three people I once loved end their sinful lives in the most tragic manner. I said softly to the system, "A little longer." I went to my grave. The flowers in front of the tombstone had wilted, but the tombstone was spotless. "Goodbye, Dad." "Goodbye, Mom." "Goodbye, Egor." "Goodbye, Jasmine." I quietly bid them farewell, saying goodbye to them and also to my once naive self who thought love could last forever. Never forgive. Never meet again. [Time remaining: 0.]

And you can forget about a comfortable retirement! I stood in the doorway, coldly watching this scene unfold. My mother-in-law's hand trembled. She whipped around and met my eyes. Her face went deathly pale as she fumbled to end the call, her lips quivering. "Graham... You... Why are you home?" She stood frozen in place. She darted her eyes away, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked at her, feeling a pang of bitterness. I let out a soft sigh. "Grace, even though Arya's gone, I've always treated you like my own mother."

Kendra wore a light blue dress, the sunlight dancing along the tips of her hair. We promised forever as the sun dipped behind the trees. But now, all those sweet moments had turned bitter. Time changed everything. What once felt sacred now felt like a cruel joke.