Allen Gratz Novels & Stories

She gave no reply but pecked him on the cheek. "Great" he murmured. A cover slowly fell off the wall to reveal very bold inscription of 'Newland Raysearch Center'. People came closer to him shaking him one after the other with 'Congratulations' slipping out their closed lips with brief smiles. Once they shook hands with him, the smiles would escape their face making them looked neutrally like it had been a long time they had a smile. They were real actors, these rich folks. That was what formality means to them. "Senior Consultant, catch me" Grace ran slowly and playfully grinning loudly. She held her dress in both sides with both hands.

she joked about the managers and their assistants who had previously sneered at her. “I’m happy for you, Grace. You deserve it. But don’t get too excited. Mr. Williams might just be acting objectively and not because you’re his best friend. You know he has been mean to you for a long time. Don’t get too wrapped up in his small kind gesture,” Nita advised. She could see that Grace's excitement was overwhelming, and she worried it could lead to disappointment.

“Please don’t make this harder.” Gunther folded his arms smugly, waiting. Grace looked at me once — a small, sad smile. “It’s fine,” she murmured, even though it wasn’t. Her pride cracked, but her dignity didn’t. She turned to Gunther. “I’m sorry.” Gunther leaned back slightly, victorious. “That’ll teach you.” I wanted to scream. Instead, I stood there, watching him bask in his little power trip. As Grace walked toward the exit, her heels clicking softly against marble, I felt something burn in my chest — cold, fierce, unforgettable.

Tamine threw her arms around my neck, laughing hysterically. On the screen, Atlas walked onto the stage. He looked like an absolute titan in a tailored grey suit. He shook the Commissioner's hand, holding up the bright green and navy Seattle jersey with a fierce, arrogant smirk. He had done it. Despite Richard Thorpe's PR smear campaign, despite losing the trust fund and hauling mulch, Atlas had thrown for over four thousand yards and secured a top-five draft spot. He was a multi-millionaire again, but this time, every single dollar belonged exclusively to him.

Grace couldn't take that risk. Therefore, she had to be content with just looking at Althan's photos, or in person when they were together. That night Althan uploaded his newest photo, in that photo Althan was standing in a mall. The setting where he was so crowded, many people passing by. Several colorful metallic green ornaments, and several bookstore billboards hung behind them. Althan himself was wearing a blue plaid long sleeve shirt, he was smiling in the photo. However, in the photo Althan is not alone, he is with a woman. He seemed much older than Althan or Grace, maybe twenty-five or so (Grace guessed). From the way they stood side by side, there didn't seem to be anything special b

Jack said, stepping out of the bathroom. I nodded in agreement as we all came together. “Tear yourself away from your … your uhm…” I heard, and looked up to see Gloria watching us embrace. “Boyfriends mom, plural,” Grace said, as she let go of Jack. She was wearing an Atlanta Hawks jersey and a pair of very snug jeans with bright yellow sneakers. She looked extremely fuckable. Delicious. “I do much better when I’m comfortable too,” she said, going back to my original question as she flicked her hair back.

_It's more refreshing if the air you breathe is the air that makes you live._ Grace Maninnhattan. Ever since hearing the insult from Mr. Emeron's son, Grace has been grieving until the night. A call to enjoy dinner, only she agreed without going to her mother who was waiting outside.

My beta removes my coat as we stand in the foyer. There was peace for a moment before Luna Grace busted in. She was a haze of perfume and opulence. Her expression was one of dramatic anguish. “Atlas, you’re finally here.” Grace squealed. I glanced over at Valeria and she gave me a withering look before retreating to her office. “You must release Gary, right away. This is getting ridiculous.” Sighing heavily my gaze shifted to the floor. This was hardly a good reason to be drawn away from Aria.

"All right, All right! Stella, you know that you are not good at laying! So stop doing this. I know what you are thinking about!" Grace said, "Next you can try to get to know Rene. I think... Rene is a good child. Maybe you can like him... He is rich, handsome, and filial! He is so selfless to Grandma. I think that there are only a few men like him at this age! You should cherish it!" "Look at you, you are 28 years old. Even if you are not thinking about yourself, at least you should think about Adrian, don't you?"

Xan almost came in the pants as he stopped and stared at her. “Is something wrong Xan?” Grace said nervously as she stepped out of the dress. “You are so stunning!” Xan spurted out. “Goddamit, get a grip Xan. This is not your first time for God’s sake!” Xan said himself. Grace smiled and said, “You're not so bad yourself!” Grace eyes' lingering on Xan’s six-pack and Triad tattoo on his left peck. Xan went back to kissing her and she undid his belt letting his trousers fall to the floor.