Beryl Grace Novels & Stories

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.

Grace deserved peace, not this endless battle of wills with someone who thrived on destruction. “You look angry,” Grace observed. Her calm voice was a balm to my fraying nerves. “I am. You need to be careful with her. Berrilyl is a liar, a pretender. She’s dangerous.” “I get it,” she said with a resigned sigh. “Just calm down, okay?” “How do you feel now?” I asked, changing the subject. “I’m okay,” she replied. “Let me make you lunch.” “There’s no need.” She started to protest, but I silenced her with a stern look. “Rest. I’ll have Berrilyl do it.”

My eyes were already red because of hangover and this crying must have made me look like a blood thirsty witch. "Ananya A. Bajaj Oberoi, listen to me very carefully. None of these events are your fault. Neither Sarah's injury nor this party postponement. You are the most amazing woman I have ever seen. You can't control your pyrophobia so don't blame yourself for it."

With Grace’s verdict handed down, he barked an order, and the staff forcibly escorted Madison and Connor out of the store. Only after they were gone did Mr. Ward return, bowing repeatedly to Grace. "Miss Bellamy, I truly apologize. Had we known you were visiting today, we’d have rolled out the red carpet. Please don’t be upset." Grace must have felt my eyes on her. She turned slightly toward me and spoke softly, "My full name is Grace Lynn Bellamy. The accident only temporarily affected my eyesight. It’s still healing." She paused, as if gathering her thoughts.

Liam was strumming a guitar, playing something quiet and folk-like. And Grace. Grace was nineteen. She was the youngest, the surprise, the miracle born after the war was supposedly over. She stood up. She was wearing a simple white dress, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She held a glass of sparkling water. "One more toast," Grace said. Her voice was soft, but it carried the same quiet authority that Aria had developed over decades. "We're out of cider," Theo noted sleepily from his chair. "I don't need cider," Grace said. "I just need you to listen."

She could attract their attention easily. She was so beautiful. Her beauty even looked aggressive. As a woman, Bella had to admit that she was like a clown when she felt happy for herself secretly! Billy was drinking water when he noticed Grace. He choked and widened his eyes. 'She is more beautiful than before!' On the contrary, Summer looked calm. She had known GL's identity already, so she didn't feel surprised at all. Mark kept calm too. They were the calmest couple. Grace wore the carved crystal shoes, held her head high and walked gracefully. Her gown waved daintily.

“She also mentioned that she has no interest in your company’s stock or your private affairs. She simply wants a clean break. Thank you for your cooperation. I wish you a pleasant life.” Nikolai stared at the envelope, his heart pounding violently against his ribs. This wasn’t a tantrum. This wasn’t a game. Vivienne was truly gone, and she had erased him from her life with the same surgical precision she once used to save others. The silence in the villa was a deafening roar of his own making. The lawyer turned to leave. Nikolai blocked her path, clutching at him like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. “Tell me, where has Vivienne Thorne gone? Why is her phone always unreachable? You ar

Renee is angry at Bella, but Bella looked unfazed. Grace sneered. She is not about to let Bella off without hurting her. "Your nasty attitude is the reason why you are standing there all alone today. No one to accompany you on your big day. Its your ego and nasty behavior that made Aiden feel repulsed. That's the reason he kicked you out. You are such an ungrateful bitch who couldn't keep your mouth and legs shut. You tried to seduce Aiden, interfered in everything and suffocated him with your presence. You made him feel so nauseous that he doesn't want to see your face. You coming here alone is speaking volumes about what kind of a woman you are" Grace is using her words as daggers. And she

Grace stopped talking as she looked at the girl. Glancing at me and Damon, she moved to lean against the counter. “Continue.” I said. “Um…. they… use…. me… for…. um….” She put the sandwich down and hugged herself. “For fuck’s sake.” Grace whispered. Walking over, she nudged me to move. Giving her my seat, Damon and I stood off to the side. “Talk to me. My name is Grace. What is your name?” “Joselyn, but everyone calls me Jos.” She said in a small voice.

Grace frowned. Enrique drew her into his arms, and asked, "what's this that I smell?" "What?" Grace queried, confused. "Jealousy," Enrique laughed. Grace slapped his shoulder and bragged, "I'm not jealous. You seem to forget who I am. I am Delilah, the most sort after female escort of Stunning Agency. I am the face of the brand, I am too beautiful to be jealous of anyone else. Enrique laughed before claiming her red lips that looked so inviting, he couldn't help himself.