A Grace Valley Novel Series Novels & Stories

We were intertwined in each other's arms like star-crossed lovers for the rest of the day, bathing under the sunlight which cast its warm glow through the windows of his room until the sunlight had become moonlight, and even then, I couldn't pull myself away from him. But little did I know that this safe haven I had worked so hard to find was on the verge of breaking with the unanswered questions that were left about Malachi Kingston. My home, my heaven, was once again, about to be taken from me. But the difference is that this time there is no curse to hold me back from enacting my revenge on the man that turned my Heaven into Hell in the first place. Because I won't forgive and forget, not

Why because Valerie already had her hands on the company's documents and so she sold it out to some wealthy company that had their eyes on it. Mr Pierce was about to confront his sister. But unfortunately his wife was in the car with him and so they both died. The man Valerie ordered to kill Desmond's wife walked into the house. Grace heard her phone buzzing and she was about to go answer it when she saw a man in front of her. "Who the hell are you?" Grace asked. The man pointed his gun at her and Grace panicked. "Wait we can talk about this, I can pay you double of what they agreed to pay you." Grace tried to negotiate

" I did not turn back. I stepped out of the detention center. Outside, the sun was shining just right. I raised my hand to block it, like I was blocking out all those dark, damp memories. I left her and the past behind for good. … I bought a bunch of old books and newspapers. High school textbooks, math, physics, chemistry workbooks, and some really worn-out college textbooks. I knew my chance was coming. The SAT was waiting for me. In my previous life, I was lost. I was busy with Shirley's career and working hard for our home.

Grace shook her head, Oh God, what did the man do to her virgin mind? She remembered the tale, coming to life before her eyes…Grace was now a part of it, deeply integrated, though she was someone other than herself. Eventually. A puzzle piece slid into place. The book could have been the catalyst. Maybe, when she’d read aloud, she’d somehow opened a doorway from her world into this one. Maybe James had somehow sent the book to her, and she was his only wish for freedom.

The real owner of the wardrobe must have bore a lot of semblance with her for her to have conveniently felt comfortable with her clothes and shoes. When Ms Gracey saw her radiance and elegance, she couldn't help but to see her as an angel. Lily is looking very beautiful. Justin arrived and before stepping out of the room, Ms Gracey held Lily's hand "Lily, I am sorry I can't bring myself to answer your question. Kayden had concealed the memory and if he gets to know I did otherwise, guess what punishment he would give me?" she was talking in a whisper. Lily narrowed her brow slightly, it's a secret then or an unpleasant memory. "No worries Ms Gracey" she smiled, assuring her of her understand

Close enough so that I could see the sharp glint in her eyes. “Let me be absolutely clear, Miss Valentine. You will have your minion take it down. I don't care who they are. I don't care how you did it. But you will take down this trash. Because in this family, we don't broadcast our lives to the whole world. We don't let tabloid leeches set our agenda and we have no business posting a nobody like you as Adrian's wife." “I said that's enough Grandma! Valentine is not a nobody, she's my wife and I'll appreciate if you respect her as that. You have no right to choose who I'm with, neither do you have the right to point accusing fingers without concrete evidence.”

had gotten us the day after they were born. Macy had received one from Violet of all people and she said it was the greatest thing ever, to write down everything, even had a place for a lock of hair after their first haircut. It was cute, so I wrote down in each book everything so far, and since they were born just the day before; it wasn’t much to write down. The kids were in their swings, they had fallen asleep due to the swinging motion and the soft tune emitting from the swing. I was sat on the couch, my hands stroking through Grace’s hair as she used my lap as a pillow, I smiled to myself as she slept soundly. I was watching a show called My Hero Academia. It’s good so far, I’m halfway

"This story is called the Tale of Grace the Brave. Grace was brave. Grace was kind. When she arrived in the Valley of Tall Stones, everything felt unfamiliar. The paths were different. The air carried new scents. At night, when the valley grew quiet, she missed her family very much. She missed their laughter.She missed being understood without having to explain herself. But even when her heart ached, Grace chose to stay gentle. In the valley, she met the Wise Cricket, who believed strongly in rules and proper ways. He corrected her often and Grace listened carefully and tried her best the very next day.

with a heart at the end seemed simple enough. I easily drifted off to sleep...... First, I heard the howling and I was deep in the forest, I looked down I was barefoot but the twigs and bottom of the forest didn’t seem to hurt. I was wearing the gown I tried on early today with my hair flowing in the breeze. I walked forward making my way through the trees following the howling. It was the dead of night and the moon glowed lighting my path until I came to an opening and realized I was at the waterfall where Rogan and I have spent so much time. At first, I thought it was just the light coming from the moon but then I saw two beautiful women on either side of the water both with their hands o

she points to the book, and I look at her in disbelief. “Your granddaughter is missing, and you want me to read,” my frustration is growing. “You will not understand if you do not read. If you do not understand a victory cannot be held,” her blue eyes do not waiver from my own as I glare at her. Grace might be the only person that I have ever met that doesn’t cower under my gaze. “Fine,” I say grabbing the book from her and reading the passage that she pointed to.