A Fatal Grace Novels & Stories

Vera suddenly asked, catching Grace off guard. “Ah," Grace flinched at the question. "No," she responded with a sad smile, "but I did do something worse, though,” she added. Taken aback, Vera asked in shock, “What?” Grace took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Mrs. Vera’s. She thought to herself, 'Maybe it's time she knew about my past.' Settling into her chair, Grace began to recount her story, holding nothing back. She spoke of the accident that shattered her life, her father's tragic death, her own trauma, and her mother's prolonged coma. She explained how her mother had only recently woken up, which was why she had disappeared for months.

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.”

Yes, Edward and Grace had taken care of him but he knew very well that a biological mother’s love was the best but Sylvia had denied him of that and he wasn’t ready to look past it. He slumped into one of the sofas in the living room as soon as he got to his penthouse. With his eyes closed, his thoughts revolved around all the information that had been dumped on him. To some extent, it was still unbelievable but he knew Grace wouldn’t pull such a prank on him. It had to be true. While he was still pondering on this, his phone rang. It was his cousin, Chase. But as soon as he answered the call, the news that greeted him had his heart instantly halting. “Grace is dead. She was involved in a fa

Grace twists the napkin in her hands refusing to meet my gaze. Just like that, every puzzle piece clicked into place. “You left your coven for Lilith, raised her son, and she betrayed you.” Heavy sobs begin to shake Grace’s body once again. I think she nods her head ‘yes’ in my direction, but it is too hard to tell with the amount of crying that she is doing. Getting up from my seat, I sit on the floor beside Grace, and pull her into my lap. Wrapping my arms around her, I stroke her hair while she cries. Holding her in my arms, I do not dare to speak. I now know why she keeps telling me that I am not ready to face Lilith. Grace knows that I will not hesitate to kill Lilith to get my m

Nera stood by the window, crying. "What did she say to you?" He asked "That I should free you," Nera turned Frank was quite unsure of what to say. "Marcus gets to die; you get to move on with a beautiful wife; and what do I get with my children?" She asked. "If I free you, what am I getting?" She yelled. "Was I the bad villain in this stupid life, and I get shit because it looks like you and Marcus got the easy way?" "Nera, calm down, and neither of us got it the easy way. Marcus died in an accident alone at night and bled to death," he explained.

"Vera, just tell them. Please just say the name—" "There's still time," Lucian said, stepping close. His voice dropped. "Tell me who you've been protecting. Say the name. This ends right now." He leaned in. "Because when that Prism activates, the resonance will fracture your soul core piece by piece. And I won't stop it." "You'll regret this," I said. "If you turn that on, you will regret it for the rest of your life—" Something cracked open in his voice. "My biggest regret is the night I found the two of you and brought you home."

It would take days to get the pack back in shape. When I had done what I can, I walked back to the pack house; I went straight to my room. Lisa was just stepping out of the room; she closed the door and bowed. She looked so dirty but still looking strong and determined. “How is she? The baby?” "They are both fine. She will be fine; she is healing well," Lisa said. "Good." "Grace is dead. She died in the attack, and Red," Lisa informed me. "Red," I said; that would sadden Layla surely. "Elena?"

Grace said and looked into the dark. "But you're fine now, so bye." She jumped off the bed. I held her wrist. "You love him, don't you?" I asked her. Grace froze and faced me with knitted eyebrows. A small mocking titter followed before she became serious again. "I'm crazy about him. I'd do anything. Sadly, he will never ask me to kill you." I swallowed hard and looked her in the eyes. "We can't do anything about that." "He put me in such a terrible position treating you. You don't understand the thrill I got from hearing you got shot. I thought, here's my chance! I hate that I'm here delaying the inevitable."

One fall from grace. Just like they hoped. I'd gambled and lost, and in the process, Joey had been... I swallowed hard, fighting so many wretched urges. Now, Lucian was pulling my strings.