A Fatal Grace Summary Novels & Stories

The girl gasped for air as the bitter reality was powerful enough to choke her to death. She just broke up with Felix. How come she let his betrayal impact her so much? She lost her sanity and ended up doing such a horrendous crime. She wasn’t human. How come she risked her father’s safety just to get over a stupid heartbreak? What if she had revealed her identity to that stranger? Grace grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes tightly as she tried to remember last night’s events. But all she could see was darkness. Grace continued pressuring her mind trying to get a single clue that could give her answers when a low groan shook her. Terrorized, Grace quickly morphed into a statue as she peere

“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

“I’m so sorry. I’m just a little on edge! Emily killed my mother and seeing her is just so hard! She is just simply paying for her crimes, but I shouldn’t have lost my temper just now. I was just so worried she would try to hurt you as well.” More tears filled my eyes, and I cried silently, but I didn’t dare move. I never killed my stepmother. She was the only person who had ever been kind to me. Why would I have killed her? The thought made my heart hurt, but the accusations were nothing I hadn’t heard before. “Get out, Grace. You are making Kinsley upset. We will address this later.” Adrian snarled. The Alpha King hummed. “She killed your mother? She looks to be what, 16? 18? Didn’t your m

“I don’t understand half of the things you just said, but we can get you a comb if you like?” “Eh, uh, hmm,” Grace took a step back. “This must be some weird but well-thought-out prank. I think I’ll be best off on my own.” Grace turned around. “If you are heading in that direction, it will lead you to the Falls, notorious for minitours and other ghastly beasts. You were lucky to have survived an encounter with one, most soldiers are killed within the minute they come across it…” Philip said. “Especially without your memories.”

"You let them hit me. Starve me. Blame me. And you just watched. You watched me crawl through life with their hate tied to my name while you held her up like a trophy." Tears began streaming freely down Grace's cheeks—not out of weakness, but from the burial of a girl who once believed love could change something in this cursed house. A girl who once waited in silence beside heavy doors, hoping someone would glance her way and say, I'm proud of you. That girl had died the same night Faith did, along with whatever innocence remained.

If this keeps going. “Winny,” I called out, trying to stay as calm as I could be. “You need to calm down.” Winny shifted her gaze to me swiftly, her face softened for a heartbeat before her rage took over again. “Grace is dead, Sean,” her normal voice came back. “She is dead! I have no use for living. Each one of them will pay.” She turned to them. “And they will pay with blood.” “Winny. Listen. You can bring her back, you have tried this before. You can do it before it’s too late.”

One she used to turn things back on you quicker and more agile than a jackrabbit in whatever way that benefited her best— I have to give her credit for that. But I digress, and as I make my way on foot to the Hammond farm—well, I suppose now Grace’s married that Asian man, it’s not the Hammond farm anymore, real shame that that is—I try to forget that Juliet was the plotting hag that she was, even though she poisoned everyone around her with it. Eventually, even her daughter, Julia. And then years later, her granddaughter. See, Grace doesn’t know why her grandmother was so distrustful. Has no idea what Juliet’s issues were with me. Being the forgiving type I am, I’m trying my best to repair

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.

I stepped forward, ignoring every word of senseless nonsense that she was spewing. "I won't ask you again, Alexis." Grace stirred, a small quiet whine echoed in her throat. Alexis pulled her head back and wrapped her claws around Grace's throat. I took another step forward. Alexis screamed louder. "No! You don't understand! We can finally have the life we've always wanted... we can even raise your pup together! We can finally be a family!" Grace stirred again, her eyes opening into tiny slits. Her eyes slowly moved around the room until she saw me standing in the doorway.

Charlie being a vampire changes our history and her feelings towards me are all a painful past she can look back and smile with no regrets while I was mortal even if I was a supernatural. Death was the natural order of living things and I would face it shortly especially if Rogue brings the prophesy about the war to fulfillment. Grace started to stir in her sleep before her eyes fluttered open slowly. She looked at the ceiling with so much unfamiliarity before her eyes found mine. We remained frozen in our positions before a faint smile panted on her face before dropping. “Eli… jah.” Grace said weakly as she tried to sit up. “Don’t get up.” I said as she fell down on the bed with a soft plop