Novel & Cerita A Grace Valley Novel Series

Grace responded respectfully, and began to recall, “If we’re talking about Cara, we need to start from twenty years ago…” She then slowly started to explain the complicated relationship between Cara’s mother, Elisha, and Alpha Genaro. Having worked in the pack house for many years and under two different Alphas of the Dark Eclipse pack, Grace knew a lot of secrets that outsiders weren’t aware of. Slowly, the old grudges were revealed through Grace’s words.

After she had been exposed for her role in the car accident, Benjamin's attitude toward her had become much worse. This child was her only hope. "Gracie, shall I avenge you?" Caleb looked at Yvonne on the next bed as he smiled cryptically. Here? Avenge her for what? Grace had her back to Caleb and hadn't noticed the person beside them. Yvonne felt eyes on her. When she looked up, she saw that Grace was standing opposite her, looking gorgeous. Thinking about Grace's victory that night, Yvonne stood up challengingly. "Grace! Give me my grandfather's thumb ring back!"

“You’re going to help me win him over, right?” “Of course,” Valery replied, wrapping her arms around her. “Anything for you.” But as she clung to Margret, the words tasted bitter on her tongue. Deep down, she hated herself for the lie she was living - for how her heart thumped every time Riley smiled, and how she was now praying he wouldn’t smile at anyone else. ************* Hecate didn’t waste time calling a meeting the moment she returned home. Her coat was still draped over her arm.

The mathematical anomalies she had uncovered in the offshore credit flows were spinning a terrifying narrative: Elias Thorne was not her family's savior; he was their architect of ruin. Needing a physical distraction from the glowing prison of her laptop screen, Grace slipped out of her bedroom suite. She didn't turn on the lights, allowing the amber floor runners to guide her bare feet through the chilled, cavernous hallways of the central pavilion. The house felt entirely different in the dead of night—hollow, echoing, and packed with a dense, hidden weight. She walked toward the grand atrium, intending to retrieve a glass of water from the kitchen island, but her steps slowed as she appro

The icy water soaked through my clothes, sending violent shivers through my body, but it was nothing compared to the freezing of my heart. I stared at the scattered, ruined drafts on the floor, each torn piece representing a dream I had once cherished. In that endless, agonizing darkness, a part of Vivienne died. The love, the hope, and the pain were all being drained out of me, leaving behind only a hollow, unfeeling shell. It wasn’t until midnight that they finally left. I stumbled to my feet and began picking up the shattered drafts. Then, I slipped out quietly. I thought I had long since gone numb to the pain, yet my heart still ached so profoundly…Before dawn, while the sky was still da

“Grace believes too. That’s what makes her dangerous and exploitable. Belief blinds you to the angles of the board. Grace will walk straight into the fire if she hears her child’s cry.” At that, Catherine flinched just slightly but Vivienne saw it. “You’re… really going to use Nova like that?” Catherine asked quietly. “She’s just a baby.” “Just a baby,” Vivienne repeated, the words cold, clinical. “And the strongest chain I could place around Grace’s neck. The girl will come crawling on her knees the moment she hears that child whimper. Noah will follow, because he thinks he’s her savior and then…” She tapped her pen against the notebook, a sharp staccato. “Checkmate.”

anger gripped her tightly, Valerie spoke before her mind caught up with what she had done. "No!" She snaps, her tone held a lethal edge foreign to her ears. Watching her former Alphas' expression twist into surprise. "I will not become a rogue. I promise you that." He saw the promise in her eyes, familiar to the look he'd given her earlier when he promised to kill her. Her eyes burned like fire and brimstone. But he gave a single glance at her weak, pathetic figure and scoffed. "We shall see. Until next time, daughter." And as the lighting cracks open the sky, he's gone. Left in a world unknown to her; a world of strange creatures, Kings and Queens, darkness and light all sewn together by m

Reluctantly, I set the spoon back down, shrugged to show I understood. Dad always said family should not be bogged down by too many rules. Those high-society rituals were suffocating. I needed to get my hands on the inheritance and get back to Newvale City, pronto. It was only after Edward picked up his spoon that the rest of us could eat. Victoria whispered just loud enough, "No manners at all..." I ignored her. She was not the real challenge there, not with her every move so plainly obvious. Alice, setting down her spoon, turned to me with a curious gaze. "Sis," she inquired, "is it true you were boxing for money before?"

Paris never slept, but tonight it was silent. Grace sat on the windowsill of the penthouse she shared with Damien, watching the river where she’d thrown away the GR-Alpha vial just hours ago. The world hadn’t ended. No alarms had sounded. But something inside her had broken and settled all at once. That vial represented everything Jade had built, power disguised as promise, salvation wrapped in chains. By letting it go, Grace hadn’t just denied Jade. She’d denied the future her past had tried to design for her.

Then, as if struck by a sudden memory, Valerie’s expression shifted. “Speaking of family…” she murmured, looking at Melda thoughtfully. Melda raised a brow. “What is it?” Valerie hesitated before continuing, her voice low but firm. “Ryan came to me last night… and he told me something shocking.” Melda leaned forward, sensing the weight in her mother’s words. “What did he say?” Valerie took a deep breath. “Ryan has a daughter, Melda. A little girl named Grace.” Melda’s eyes widened in pure shock. “Ryan? A father?” she breathed. “But… how? Who……?”