Novelas y relatos de A Fatal Grace

“That’s why you are angry with Alec. He killed Lucian, your father, because of Elizabeth. I’m… I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. It was my grandmother who was the reason of what happened to him and I feel sorry for that. I’m so sorry, Lucius. I’m so sorry.” He held my hand and kissed me on forehead. “Shh. No need to apologize. You have nothing to say sorry about. This is not about you being related to Elizabeth. I don’t even blame her at all. You know who is to blame with all that’s happening? Alec. He killed my father and ruined my younger years. He ruined Elizabeth’s life that’s why she had to leave him and end his own life. All because of him, Maddy. He caused all of it, all our miseri

Thus, Grace stood up, “So, I’ve enjoyed myself thoroughly tonight. I suddenly recall that I’ve something to settle. I’ll take my leave then.” Cecelia exclaimed in disappointment, “We’ve just finished eating and you’re leaving already? What’s the matter, it is really so urgent?” Of course it was urgent, it was a matter of life and death! If she did not leave soon, she would be killed by the flying daggers from William’s eyes! “It’s a little urgent,” Grace hurried outside as she said, “I’ll visit again when I’m free.” “Okay then, drive safe,” Cecelia walked her to the door.

But this time, Grace was playing to win. And she wasn't going to stop until Mason Hartwell lost everything. His money. His reputation. His family's respect. His future with Sophia. All of it. Because Grace wasn't the fool anymore. She was the one holding the knife. And she was ready to use it.

“W-why is that in there?” Grace blinked at me. “Why wouldn’t it be? She’s dead, just like me.” I shook my head. “No. No, she’s not.” Grace stood and walked forward, another photo in her hand. My eyes widened, tears filling them as she held up a photo of Lila staring blankly at me, blood everywhere. “Of course she is. She’s married to you. Don’t tell me you really think you can keep her safe.” Her hand caressed my cheek, her eyes sad. “Nate, she was dead the moment you met her.”

The mention of my code name sent my heart racing, my breath catching in my throat. Grace's expression softened, almost maternal. "I am honored you chose to follow in my footsteps. But you must understand something. As much as we help others, as much as we punish those who deserve it, we also feed the darkness in ourselves. And if we do not have a source of light, a strong one, to keep us balanced…" She trailed off, her gaze distant, as though she were staring at her own ghosts. "We may lose ourselves. Excuse me," she said, brushing past me and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

“That baby is your shield now. That baby is your crown. Master Dacre would rather die than see that baby hurt.” I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. “I wonder if Dacre will select her,” I said after a while. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “But I know this. If he does, it’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.” “Fuck,” I said as I could feel the tears coming down my face. “I don’t need to let her know I’m crying because of her.” “Then don’t,” Grace said. “Cry here, cry with me, but not in front of her. She will feed on your tears.”

"Let’s quit stalling and finish the job before she runs to Killian and spills everything. If he finds out, we're dead." "Use your head, you bloody fool!" Grace barked, her voice echoing sharply against the walls. "We can't just 'kill' her anymore. She’s way more powerful than us. If we go after her head-on, we’re signing our own death warrants." "Then what’s the plan, huh?" Maya shot back, her patience wearing thin. "Do we just sit here and twiddle our thumbs while she tears our lives apart?"

I rubbed her back when I felt her shiver from the cold wind of the night. "Follow your heart Ana." I said kissing her crown when she cried in my chest. I knew what she was feeling. Her parents had left a very bad impact on her, Anahita aunty, her mother was a true angel but she fell in love with a devil and Ana still suffers for it. Her life was a carpet of flowers when Anahita aunty was alive, but her death took the fire away from Ana. It killed the child in her and made her an insecure mature adult with a fear of fire.

Levy gritted out. “Or what?” “Where. Is. He?” “Dead.” A casual shrug. “He’s dead.” Levy’s mouth dropped open, a strangling sound emerging. “You killed him?” “Yes. Yes, I did.” Grace threw her legs over the mattress, and winced. They must be paining her, he thought, wishing he were there to ease her hurts. She straightened. “Now, let’s go home. I’m eager to sleep in my own bed.”