Novel & Cerita A Grace Valley Novel Series

he whispered. “No matter what comes next.” Grace rested her forehead against his chest, finally allowing herself to breathe. Outside, the world reeled. Empires cracked. Secrets burned. Power shifted. And for the first time since she’d entered the Hayes family— Grace was no longer surviving. She was standing in the open. Unafraid.

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

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.

Truth was, after all the chaos of the past month, especially the last week after she decided to leave Brent, she needed the quietness of just being alone. Slipping into a pair of flannel pajamas and her slippers, she trudged her way to the kitchen to make coffee hoping to open her eyes. As she passed the kitchen window, she heard people talking outside. Curious, she moved over to the window to investigate. Glancing out to the bright morning, she noticed a small group of college-aged kids leaning against a sports car, three boys and a girl, and it seemed the young men were giving the poor girl a hard time because she did not appear pleased at all as she tried to get around them to the car doo

"Sebastian thinks she is his salvation. Show him she is just another anchor dragging him down." I nodded and walked out into the cold hallway. My mother was right. Grace Evans was playing a game she didn't understand. She thought she had won because she could memorize a spreadsheet. She had no idea what it was like to step into the ring with Victoria Knight. The business war was over. The class war was just beginning. And Grace... Grace didn't have the armor for this.

Her case is as similar to Veer's and so is her pain. The only difference between Veer and Ananya is that, Veer is still living in his past and doesn't want to come out of it, but Ana lives in her past but wants to come out of it. Even after so many years of nightmares and paic attacks, she's still hopeful that one day, one day it would end.

Author Four days had passed without a single sighting of Adrian Valente. Grace had started to believe the nightmare was over. Her friends had convinced her that the dangerous Pakhan had probably lost interest. One drunken night, one impulsive kiss in a dark hallway. Well, that was all it had been. He had bigger things to worry about than a clumsy college girl who couldn’t even handle a cigarette. They told her she was safe. They told her to stop checking every shadow and every black car that passed by.

"The Vesper Group was founded six days ago. The lead consultant? A woman named M. Vance." "Melanie," I breathed. "She didn't die in the clearing, Grace. She didn't even lose her job. She just moved the pieces to a different board. She’s not trying to reclaim the Wolfe Empire anymore. She’s rebuilding it using your brain. She’s selling the 'Grace Sterling' idea to the highest bidders in the defense sector. Your fashion tech... she’s turning it into stealth gear for the military."

“No, little one. Thank you—for filling it with life.” The girl beamed, then darted back toward the others, crown petals fluttering in the wind. Aldric glanced eastward. “You feel it?” Grace followed his gaze. The sun was rising over Ironclaw’s highest ridge, its rays catching on the school’s bell tower, the smithy, the rebuilt watchtower—everything reborn. “Yes,” she said softly. “A beginning.” --- Later that day, Grace stood alone on the balcony above the hall. From there, she could see the entire valley. The forge smoke. The winding paths. The healing gardens. The distant forests.

It was still the same in my memory—after all, it hasn’t been weeks ever since grandma had died and Alaric had announced to everyone the dissolution of our bond while bringing a woman with him—parading her and as if he was telling everyone that she’s more important than the mate he has. I shook my head, forcing myself to stop thinking about it—forcing those thoughts to hide that even I, couldn’t access to those thoughts. I stepped out of the car just as the driver’s seat opened. A servant bowed stiffly, eyes flicking to my face before dropping quickly, as if startled. “Luna Ashbourne,” she greeted. I paused. Then corrected calmly, “Elena Frost.” Her lips parted slightly. “Y—yes. Miss Frost.”