3 Days Grace Gone Forever Novels & Stories

Three days. That’s how long Johnny stayed away. Three days of silence. Three days of replaying everything. Grace’s face. Her voice. Her final words. And in those three days One truth became impossible to ignore. He had made a mistake before. Waiting. Assuming. Letting things fall apart without fighting for them. And he wasn’t going to make that mistake again. Not this time. Not with her. By the time he stood in front of her house. His heart was already racing.

Normally the old man would never neglect herself even when he was busy. "Where did this old man go!" Grace said, her hand typing a message to Mr.Charmond. She really needs help getting to the restaurant. Grace had high hopes for the message being replied to promptly, but it turned out to be empty! She felt so frustrated that she threw her cell phone everywhere. "OH, GOD! this is my chance to humiliate Mr. Emeron. But why should You now take the lives of people in front of you!" She had no choice but to wait for the car to start moving in order, her eyes tried to find a gap to get out of the long traffic jam, but couldn't find a way to make her car move.

I swore the man's mood changes faster then Shori changes his girlfriends. Both of our familes sat around us, while we sat beside the priest in front of the holy fire and he chanted mantras to bind our holy sacramental union for the rest of our lives. I didn't know when the time passed, as all the things blurred around me in front of fire, though I had taken my pills early so that my pyrphobia wouldn't attack me, but it still for a moment all I could see my 13 year old watching her mother die in the fire. Fingers wrapped around my hand, squeezing it and brought me back to present.

I was too late. I should’ve been faster. I should’ve seen the handprint faster. We took too long, it’s all on me. Grace is dead because of me. “She’s breathing,” Jagger announces, and I fall on my knees next to Grace as I stroke her face, covered in bruises and tears, roll down my face. “Get the stretcher here, we need to get her to the hospital,” Jagger announces and I stay still, bending and kissing my girl softly on the lips. Her eyes flutter open for a split second and a small smile appears on her lips before she is engulfed by darkness again.

Grace noticed that he wasn't moving, she sighed softly. "Come inside, I'll give you time to talk but only until I arrive at the 13th floor, no more chances." Denver immediately came inside. Grace pressed the button and the lift closed. "Thank you for this. I promise I won't waste your time. Whatever I say, please do me a favor, can you pass them to her?” Grace just looked at him and said nothing. “How have you been? How's life after all these years? Have you missed me? I missed you. With all the days that pass. I know I've hurt you, but what can I do? You left me, it was too late when I realized I love you."

Grace insisted. “I promise!”. I smiled at her feeling very happy about the turn out of the event. “Good girl. That will be all. Whenever you need me, I am only one call away. Don’t forget to keep your promise.” Grace hugged me and stood up and left the room. I actually felt a little bit sad that she left. I was enjoying her company. To think that it was the-same me that refused to talk to her for three days. I laughed it up and went to sleep thinking about how I am going to build a relationship with my mate. After all, I deserve to be happy.

At the top of the high green hill lay my parents, and beside them was me. And beside me, there was a tiny grave. That was my tiny child's home. He hadn't had the chance to come to this world. Winston carefully hid in the corners the entire time, watching the others put me into my grave. After three years, I was finally able to leave this place where I experienced love and hate. Winston cried with tears all over his face. "Aryanna, I'm sorry..." I felt my soul dissipating a little bit. The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains.

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”

“I thought if she felt humiliated, I’d feel... peace.” “And do you?” He hesitated. “No,” he admitted. “But I can’t stop.” Grace whispered, “Then I will.” He spun. “What does that mean?” “It means you have seven days.” Her voice was steel. “Exile her, or you lose me.” Ethan’s mouth opened. “Grace—” “No. No more speeches. No more promises.” Her voice cracked. “You told me I was your future. But all I see now is someone who keeps looking back.”

"And I cannot be fixed. Julian told you the truth. Ten percent isn't a victory, Arthur. It’s a lottery ticket bought with months of pain. I’ve spent three years feeling like a ghost in this marriage. I won't spend my last weeks being a body in a foreign ward just so you can feel like you didn't lose." Arthur stood up, the wicker chair groaning under his sudden movement. He walked over to the glass wall of the sunroom, pressing his palm flat against the cold pane. His breathing was heavy, misting the glass. "It’s not about winning, Evelyn. It’s about the fact that I just got you back. I spent three years looking past you, and now that I’m finally looking *at* you, you’re telling me I only get