Amazing Grace Books Novels & Stories

In just 10 minutes, I had slipped into a sleek long dress with a daring thigh-high slit. From the depths of my suitcase, I retrieved a black velvet box and flipped it open. The black pearl necklace inside shimmered with an otherworldly luster in the soft light. Slipping it on, the cool pearls lay against my collarbone, a silent statement of elegance. The reflection staring back at me did not seem ready for a charity gala. She looked poised for battle. The gala was set to begin at eight. I made my entrance at 10. Alice, clad in a shimmering silver gown, was mid-laughter with the elite when her eyes caught mine. Her laughter died, her complexion draining of color.

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

she murmured, feeling cherished in his embrace. Grace felt a rush of warmth surge through her as she gazed into Noah’s eyes, their depth conveying a sincerity that touched her soul. She nestled closer to him, feeling the comfort of his embrace enveloping her. With a soft smile gracing his lips, Noah continued, “It’s because you are all these things, Grace. Your beauty isn’t confined to what meets the eye; it’s in the compassion you show for others, the strength you possess even when things are rough for you.”

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Grace dreamed of me? *****

"Isabelle likes Northbridge Capital. She wants to begin her career here. You will arrange it." A cream envelope slid across my desk. It was not sealed. Inside was a generous charity check and a pledge to donate to Northbridge's women in finance initiative. I didn't touch it. I only looked at her hands. They were pale, full, and carefully manicured. A diamond bracelet sat on one wrist with the quiet arrogance of serious money. Those hands had never scrubbed coal water from work shirts, split open in winter, or bent all night over a sewing machine. The real Grace Walker didn't have hands like that.

“Not to Sage. Not at all. My life isn’t a bargaining chip.” Veronica gave me a look, pragmatic and cold. “Suck it up, Ava. Sometimes duty outweighs desire. You don’t want your family to collapse because you couldn’t put aside some feelings.” I scoffed, my wolf growling faintly inside. “Easy for you to say, Veronica. You’re not the one trapped in this cage.” Grace touched my hand gently. “Follow your heart, Ava. Even if it’s dangerous. Maybe especially if it’s dangerous.” The words sank into me like a brand.

The high slit of her gown deliberately showed the large burn scar on her leg, a disfiguring mark she wore like a badge of honor. I stopped dead in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. "Anita, you and Lucien look perfect together." "Anyone who didn't know your story would think you were a couple." Anika tilted her head at Lucien, coy smile in place. "Do we look like one?" His eyes were full of a tenderness he made no effort to hide. He made no move to correct their absurd compliments. Only when she noticed me approaching did Anita school her expression, feigning humility.

"Prince Elias, Princess Lilia, you depart for Dawnmere tomorrow. Consider this a token of our family's blessing. May your journey be safe. And should fate allow, may we meet again." From outside, a deep voice suddenly rang out, "If there's wine, why wasn't I invited?"

Her face had me from the moment I saw her with that pretty milky skin contrasted with black hair and deep blue eyes, her lips are full and kissable and I see nothing but perfection. I lick my lips and suck in a breath as she bends to light and place candles. She pulls me over before lighting the final one. I don’t know what this shit is she is doing, but if she is looking this hot, she could tie me up and sacrifice me and I’d be like ‘bye bitches, my girl wants me to die today!’ I try to focus on her, not just her perfect body as she ties our wrists with a cord and sprinkles herbs over them while reciting some magical words in a language I don’t know.