A Fatal Grace Summary Novels & Stories

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

, I thundered. “Mother gave them to me earlier Elias, calm down”, he answered, an innocent frown in between his eyebrows. “Don't worry, she already sent a reminder to discard this particular one because it's expired”, he explained further. My vision went blur. I felt my hands and knees weaken, the pack dropping from my hands and spilling all over the floor Grace. Of course she was one of Reine's murderers. She never like Reine and was always against her. What was thinking?

Didn’t care for it. There was no version of her explanation that could rewrite what had already been done. She flinched, but I didn’t stop. I grabbed her, shoving her back against her chair. My back hand landed on her face with a satisfying crack before I grabbed her neck, my hand curling around her throat. My claws pressed lightly against her skin, just enough to break it, just enough for her to feel the sting. Her breath hitched. “Grace is in this situation because of you,” I spat, my voice low, dangerous.

The last thing I remembered was my stepmother handing me a cup of coffee and wishing me good morning with a broad smile on her face. I never knew that behind that smile was a plan. And that plan is exactly where I am now. Leila took a step closer and crouched, her face now inches from mine. “I won't lie, Grace,” she whispered mockingly. “You were something back then. The golden girl, the perfect one. Everyone wanted to be you. But look at you now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was filth. “This is what happens to people who don’t know their place.”

I walked back to the window, looking out at the city skyline. "You made a mistake, brother," I whispered to the empty room. "You thought bringing her here would break me. But you just gave me the key to your destruction." I wasn't going there to save Grace. Not anymore. I was going there to burn Sebastian’s empire to the ground, and I would use Grace as the match to light the fire.

They were all here, right in this room. What did Vermont do to them? Rape? Whipping? To death or the brink of death? What did they do to deserve such? What have we done to suffer at his zeal!? My heart burned. It burned with spite and vengeance. He deserved to die. That's the only way to save myself and even a thousand generations. At this point, I didn't care about burning in hell. I would kill Vermont Cardoniss MYSELF! ~ “I'm afraid I can't, Grace.” Aunt Cherry said. “Sir Vermont didn't give any order to let you out.”

“If we burst through those doors, we might not reach her faster than they will kill her. We don't know who or how many they are, and we can't risk her life.” “What the fuck do we do then?” I growled, growing impatient. Instead of replying, he nodded his head and I followed him round the building till we got to the window. Different scents mixed with hers filled the air then….blood. Her blood. My blood ran cold and in the next second, I jumped in through the window and everything turned red. Tabitha sat lifeless on a chair in a pool of blood and Jason, his wide, my maid and fucking Karla stared at me with shock, a bloodied sword in Jason's hand.

It was a powerful feeling, to be the bringer of death. Grace continued to come to him as she fell further and further into madness. That last rejection snapped something inside of her. He liked to think that it was her last grasp of reality. For a while he thought he was the catalyst of her insanity. However, it was always there. She left a perfect life in search of something she would have. Grace had everything. A man that essentially worshipped her. An heiress of high society. And she left all of that, chasing some dream, chasing an adventure.