3 Days Grace Gone Forever Novels & Stories

"Put the pout away." "Noah..." My voice trails off. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Is her grace satisfied?" He asks. "Barely," I murmur. "For the next three days, he doesn't exist."

The fragments inside my head began to churn. The warm memories from before I turned fourteen — Mom's gentle hugs, Dad lifting me onto his shoulders, Jack sneaking me snacks — And the dark memories from those three years. That hard slap. The endless darkness of the Quiet Room. The blisters on my arms. Jack's poisoned words: "Go kill yourself." All the pain, all the anger, all the grief that had been crushed down for three years — it broke through the dam labeled "absolute obedience" like a flood.

I never even kissed this man let alone had more than an hour alone with him yet here I am feeling a strain in my heart. From here on out, he’s dead to me. I will ride out the rest of my 31 days, leave and never fucking look back.

Sitting on that cold floor as we spoke to the moon; That was a memory that I know I'll cherish for life. "Dear moon, I had fun today." I whispered, my head leaning against the wall as I failed in hiding the small smile that graced my lips. "I'll cherish this little peace I've found today, because I know tomorrow is going to hurt... So, please be here again tomorrow." He didn't hurt me physically today, but I already know that Malachi had his different versions of revenge. I'm most likely going to wake up to a new rumour added to my name tomorrow, and all my hard work of winning people over will be proven to have been useless.

I asked, frowning--- and refused to acknowledge the burning stab of jealousy that swelled up inside me, thinking of her with another man! “Grace used to be one of the happiest-go-lucky people I knew,” Cracker explained, and although the room was filled with people, most gave us space and kept their backs to us, giving the illusion of privacy. “Then all of a sudden, she’s reserved. She hardly ever called and practically disappeared from my life. That went on for almost a year! So, I bought a ticket to come see what’s going on.” Her eyes lowered, and I could see pain flash behind her eyes at the memory.

I never realized how useless she was until now…" When I heard him tear Wendy apart like that, I knew he didn't regret hurting me. He just couldn't handle the embarrassment she brought him and needed someone to make him look good again. I shook my head and turned him down. "We're done, Blake." "No! We're not! We're fated mates! We can't be over! You agreed to a three-year deal. Let's make another one! This time for life!" I closed my eyes and felt deep, within my soul, the sensation of our bond breaking that day. "Blake, there is no 'next time' for us." Upon seeing the look in my eyes, he completely fell apart, crying like a broken man. "No… it can't be… You loved me so much! How could you…"

And another. “They smell blood,” Evan said. “And opportunity.” Grace shook her head. “No. They smell safety. They think the fear is lifting.” Jordan leaned over her shoulder, reading names. “Some of these people helped him.” “Yes,” Grace replied calmly. “And now they’re choosing themselves.” Jordan was quiet for a long moment. “That’s how empires fall.” Day Three brought loss. The missing witness was found. Alive—but broken. Grace sat with him in a secure location, hands folded in her lap as he spoke haltingly, eyes never lifting from the floor.

I only nodded my head in acknowledgment. "I'm sorry I left you too," the doctor said I have been out for five years, "I will make it up to you with the rest of my life," she said, hugging me tightly while I whimpered like a baby. Dad came in too, and he was so stunned; he only whispered "Felicia" weakly. "I thought I was going to lose you too," he said, holding her hand. "I am so sorry I failed you and could not protect you. Please forgive me," he said.

Grace looked very sad now only the sadness she continued to feel for the 3 years and 9 months of separation. "I love you, Marcel Davidson," Grace said that in her heart. Because to say love now she was inappropriate. ****

she asked, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “We need to talk,” Ethan said, his eyes scanning her face. He could see the weariness, the strain of everything she had been through. He drove off, heading toward a quiet café he knew. It was a place where they wouldn’t be disturbed. -------- At the café, they sat across from each other, the tension between them was obvious. Ethan cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Grace is gone,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “She’s left the country, just like I promised. She won’t be coming back.”