Beryl Grace Novels & Stories

I made sure no one had a reason to betray me, and those who did became a distant memory. Grace was the only person I had ever allowed to walk away from me. There was something about her beauty and inner strength that set her apart. I had never encountered anyone quite like her. She was a fierce, determined young woman. I had persuaded Grace to befriend Rei Draven and to encourage her to socialize. However, Grace didn't possess the same resilience for the sort of tasks that Lillianna effortlessly accomplished. She seemed too pure for the world she had become entangled in with Lillianna. Grace's true nature shone through when she came to Rei's aid after their paths crossed again, seemingly by

Jax sits down. "William? How old is Grace?" Neal asked. I look at him, confused. William looked at me for a moment before looking back at him. "23," He answered. "25," Dex corrected. William looked at him. "No, I believe she is 23." Dex hums. "Her birthday is May 10th, 1996. She is 25, about to be 26." William hums. "Grace?" He says. I look at William, irritated that he didn't even know.

Elena said, her voice urgent. “Okay, boss. I’ll be right there.” Grace arrived two minutes later. She was efficient and calm, the kind of person who had been doing this job for years. Elena had chosen her just three days into the role. Her name was Grace. One look at Elena’s face told Grace something was wrong. She closed the door behind her without being asked. “The Meridian contract,” Elena said. “I placed it on this desk before my ten o’clock meeting. It’s not here.”

Eliene couldn't help but admire her daughter's beauty, Though being her mum, she couldn't lie and say Grace inherited her features, Grace was a carbon coby of her Dad, and Eliene was more than happy for that, because it felt like she had her husband with her again. Grace was an average 18 year old with an extraordinary beauty , Being a mixed child of a Latina and a French man, nothing less could be expected of her, she had long wavy brunette hair that cascades down her back and sways whenever she walks, deep sea green orbs that sparkles anytime she laughed, her skin was fair and white like cream, she was Indeed a beauty and had heads turning at such a Young age. Eliene couldn't miss her outf

Lily started doing her hair, while my mom headed towards her suite to get ready. Lily was wearing a divinely gorgeous navy-blue gown tonight with silver accents. The gown was sleeveless with a high neckline in the front and draping almost to her bottom in the back. She wouldn’t be wearing a bra for this dress, not that she needed it. She was perfection and the gown suited her. She was going to break some hearts tonight as she always did. Drake POV

Launtin did not understand the words that came out of Grace's mouth, but she chose not to ask anything when she found Grace's angry face that was very clear. OH BABY GRACE Grace directs the car to Mr.Charmond's company, even though she doesn't have much time because college time is getting closer. But she had to make a deal and take back Mr.Charmond's gift which she had refused. She needed company, needed the position of a CEO to meet Mr. Emeron and make perfect revenge, even shutting Mr. Flip.

She was also my source of comfort and my drug that kept me calm. "Tyler Beckett, always a pleasure to see you," I replied as I firmly shook his hand. Tyler Beckett was the emperor of Beckett Empire, the second strongest vampire empire in the whole world since Tyler was also one of a kind; he obtained four gifts and one of them was mind control, which was the gift I had always desired. Tyler and I had always been envious of each other and our relationship was always filled with animosity and hatred. "I didn't know you finally decided to date." He pointed out, eyeing Rayne.

He barked and Stacey cringes. "No!... no you got it all wrong Damian. I'm not a reporter" She defended. "Look Mrs Grace passed away months ago, and she's got a successor, goes by the name Selene. I was wondering if you'd know her... please?" She added. Damian cusses inaudibly. "I watched her funeral ceremony on the net, it was pathetic, I also saw her successor. Funny thing is I don't know her, Grace doesn't keep friends" Damian brought down his voice a notch, and it was relaxed. Stacey knots her brows, he doesn't know Selene?.

"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.

And now Marcus had returned, carrying the flame that once tried to consume them all. Grace excused herself, needing air, needing space to breathe. She stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the city. The skyline glittered, indifferent to the wars of men who thought themselves kings. She wrapped her arms around herself. Every time she tried to distance her heart from Damien, something pulled her closer his pain, his honesty, the cracks in his armor that only she seemed allowed to see. A buzz from her phone snapped her from her thoughts. She frowned. The number was unknown. Against her better judgment, she opened the message.