Aliza Grace Books Novels & Stories

"I'm just grateful." She walked closer and rested her hand over mine. The touch felt solid and kind. "The Novel Grind is a haven, Alanza. It's a place for those who feel like they don't quite fit." My eyes stung. I blinked hard, trying to hide how much her simple words hurt. She had no idea how much of an outsider I really was. "I want you to find your happiness here," she went on. She gestured toward the books that lined the walls. "Among the thousands of realities written in these pages. There are worlds of possibilities waiting for you."

But unfortunately she wasn't available on earth to answer his questions or give him a chance to avenge his anger on her. As far as he knew, Aliza was the silent and innocent orphaned girl who suffered an immense abuse from her aunt and her brother. Charles felt pity on her for her baseless state. But all his assumptions about the girl turned out to be entirely wrong. Aliza was actually a very revolutionary woman who could go to any extent to gain what she wanted. A barking dog never bites. But he was too late to realize the truth.

“Grace has lost too much blood. It’s already more than what a werewolf could heal from naturally. If we don’t intervene soon, it could become life-threatening!” Paolo froze for a moment, clearly weighing the truth of those words. He glanced back at me. My face was pale as snow. Just as his expression began to soften, Ayla burst into tears. “It’s okay… My injuries aren’t serious. Let them treat her instead. They’re her colleagues, after all. They’ll definitely be biased toward her. I have no parents anyway. Nobody loves me. Even if I die, no one would care.” Paolo’s heart ached, and his tone turned sharp and mocking. “Grace, you really are something. Just one year working at our pack’s hospit

“Such manipulation would rip reality apart at the seams.” “Yes,” Zadkiel answered. “That’s what she's aiming. She's amassing power to regain her strength." Lucifer looked back at the book. “She’s speeding up,” he said. “She's desperate,” Zadkiel corrected. “And she's found something that teaches her desperation can still win.” Michael's eyes trailed along with Zadkiel's as if questioning him about the book. Seeing this Zadkiel sighed. "The Book of Chaos," said Zadkiel softly.

My thoughts are a tangle, warring with my instincts as I consider what to do with her. I have to send her back to Crescent Hollow and make their Alpha take responsibility for her trespassing. I ignore my wolf’s possessiveness, because there’s no way I can let her stay within the territory. If anyone finds out my strange reaction to this girl and it gets back to the elders, there’s no saying what they’ll do to her. My wolf doesn’t want to let her go, but keeping her is impossible. She hasn’t even shifted yet, so even if she were a potential mate, no bond would form until she shifted, and she would only be a juvenile then. Maybe I can look for her in a few years.

Aware. “Don’t pull away,” he murmurs. “If you do I’ll lose it again.” “I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, though my body feels stretched thin, like a wire pulled too tight. Grace watches us closely. “This is the balance,” she says. “Not suppression. Not release. Connection.” She steps closer, her voice lowering. “Aliya, listen to me carefully. What you share with Jackson will change you. This bond will demand strength, sacrifice, and truth. You will not leave this war untouched.”

She saw herself entwined with the Lycan prince, their union bringing forth a new era of prosperity and peace. Conflicted and torn between her love for Phoenix and the call of her destiny, Gracelynn embarked on a journey to find answers. She sought the counsel of a wise and ancient seer, who confirmed the visions and spoke of the cosmic alignment that awaited her. Back at the pack estate, Isabella's studies had led her to discover a hidden portal within the tapestry, a gateway to other realms. The portal shimmered with a mysterious energy, beckoning the chosen Alphas to step through and embrace their intertwined destinies.

'Azalea,' I mumbled over and again, testing the name on my tongue while the slave handler continued to speak. "Are you certain of this, Alpha? You haven't checked out the other girls yet, and—" Desmond, my beta, had whispered something. My decision obviously took him aback because, on a regular day, I would carefully examine several slave girls before choosing one. Even for him, this was unusual conduct. But I didn't care, and I repeated. "Yes. She's the one I want.” I affirmed. The slave broker had cleared his throat after my declaration and waved a poster at me. He began talking, telling me the fee, which was relatively large - I paid without a doubt - and then informing me that Azalea was

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.

" 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.