Beryl Grace Novels & Stories

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.

Instead, I was left to employ methods that, though underhanded, were necessary to secure justice for Lady Jeanette's child. Grace repeatedly insisted that she was only seeking justice for Jeanette's unborn child, with no selfish motives whatsoever. On the surface, it aligned with her usual gentle and compassionate nature. Of course, Carissa understood that as long as there was no solid evidence to prove otherwise, Grace's explanation would hold up, even if everyone knew it was just an excuse. After all, while the rumors had driven a wedge between Sylvia and Kylie, they still had no clear connection to the attempt on Connor's life.

If everyday was like this, she would have a great time at the school and learn as much as she could. After the final class before lunch, however, one of the females approached her. She smiled at Lyra and held her hand out for a shake. “Hi. My name is Beryl from the Beaver Pack.” Lyra was taken by surprise by the female’s friendliness. She was a little cautious, but Beryl’s smile looked too sincere to be false. “Hello, I’m Lyra,” she introduced herself and shook Beryl’s hand. “I noticed that you are familiar with Zero,” Beryl said. “He is actually my cousin.”

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

She asks me. “I’d like a water, your name and what time you get off work. I think we have some things to discuss, don’t you?” “Water. Coming right up.” Before she can turn away from me, I grab her hand. “And your name?” I hear someone standing up behind me. She looks past me. “It’s okay, Benny.” She turns back to me. “My name is Grace and I don’t think we have anything to talk about. Are you going to leave before you order food, or should I really bring your water this time?”

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Grace is breathing heavily when she pushes the other girl's hands aside and pops the clasp herself. "You're my Grace, only mine, my only Pearl" Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skilfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace.

Anyway, she was a beautiful woman, so she might get away with her behavior if she acted like that with everyone. She had fine features, from her high cheekbones to that barbie hairstyle cut with bangs in front, tall a bit with long legs, and Grace concluded that she might be a model. Unlike Diana, Grace was a complete opposite from her physically with my long, dark hair, although dyed, and curvy figure. When Grace finally understood her question, she said. “Oh, sorry. That’s what you mean. I’m Noah’s friend and roommate.” Diana looked at her that way again, from head to toe and back, slowly, as if she was regarding her…

Every step she took in her heels radiated quiet strength. Reporters hadn’t been informed of her identity ahead of time—just that someone tied to the Élan G scandal would be appearing at this hour and place. That was reason enough not to miss it. Then came whispers: Isn’t she the Bellavance heiress? Escorted safely to center stage, Grace stood tall and steady. Her presence was cool, composed, and commanding—exactly as rehearsed. "I'm Grace Bellavance. For the past three years, I've served as the lead creative force behind Élan G—anonymously until now..."

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.