Books Like The Grace Year Novels & Stories

I asked, buying myself a moment to organize my thoughts. "Eventful," Grace admitted with a small smile. "I went to the bookstore downtown, my first solo outing since... everything. It felt good to be independent again, even for something small." "That's great progress," I said sincerely, knowing how important regaining her autonomy was to Grace. "Did you find anything good?" "A few books for Lucas, a novel for me." She hesitated, then added quietly, "And I had an unexpected conversation with Amber at the Sweet Pine Café afterward."

I could see dread on her face even though she tried to step on it. “We are yet to find out. Where is Grace?” “Right here…” Speak of the devil and she appears. Grace stepped onto the corridor with a waltz in her steps and a giant old book that had to weigh at least 50 pounds from how huge it looked! “I hope you have answers,” I said with my brows furrowed. I hated to spend another minute not knowing what the hell had happened to my mate. I resented the idea of her mind torturing her, making her believe that she was some abnormal freak when she had waited her whole life to meet her wolf.

that. I'd never heard it, and I wondered if he played it for Amy. The thought burned, so I turned away from it. Then, Esme's magical nudge tugged on my mind. I grimaced, looking at the books that seemed to be calling me. My plate was empty. There was nothing else to keep me from the task, and it made me not want to do it even more. I envied Eason's ability to make himself focus on anything. "You're glaring at the books again," Charles said, sounding amused. What's holding you back, Grace? Is it the subject matter or something else?" I sighed, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. "I've never been good at studying. Even in high school, I hated it and tended not to do it." My lips twitc

But she was a much better daughter than Ayana ever was! Grace's resentment towards her sister Ayana had roots that ran deep, stemming from a childhood overshadowed by familial expectations and sibling rivalry. While Ayana had always been the rebellious one, pursuing her passion for art and painting despite their family's hopes for her to join the business empire, Grace had taken a different path. She had studied business, not out of genuine interest but as a means to prove herself worthy in the eyes of their parents. For Grace, business acumen was her ticket to validation, her way of demonstrating her commitment to the family legacy and securing her place within the De’Mario empire.

"I'm just a rookie who doesn't know anything. Before I married him, my first kiss was still there. If you ask me such a question now, it's strange that I can answer it." "... You like romantic novels the most, don't you? There are a lot of similar stories inside. Even if you haven't eaten pork, you should know the common sense of pigs walking. How can you not answer such a simple question?" Grace knew Cecelia reading novels. "A novel is a novel. What's more, I don't know much about it because I don't have actual experience when it's written in novels." "... Well, I'm really going to lose to you!" Grace had a feeling that she was willing to admit defeat.

I asked wiggling my brows. "Because no one can hurt you except me." she spat. Huh? What is this logic? But when there is Grace logic is not needed. She don't live with right or wrong, logic or without logic. She is girl of her own thoughts and do whatever she wants even if it is logical or illogical. Because that's how she is. And that's the thing I like about her most. 'Anyways you like everything about her.' my inner voice mocked me. Yeah yeah. No need to remind me.

At this young woman she had not met before this morning and who she was reading with the focused attention of someone encountering a new piece of a structure they thought they fully understood. "He is moving," Grace replied. "Not away from something. Toward something." "What," Elena pressed. Grace looked at the door of the bookshop. At the Brooklyn morning outside. At the street. At the corner three blocks away where the library was rising with her father's name on it.

Once again, I woke up refreshed and ready for the day. "How do you do it?" Grace wondered. "I've been seeing the Alpha's all my life. Well, I met them up close when I was fifteen and they were seventeen," she leaned her side on the backrest of the couch. "I still can't tell them apart." Apparently, that was everyone's problem. "It's not that hard," I muttered into my cup as I drank my coffee again. "Coming from someone who met them only two weeks ago," Grace scoffed. "Are you making fun of me?"

I said as a matter of fact. She lifted a shoulder and narrowed her eyes at me nervously, "It's a book about us." I felt a tug at my heart. I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing actually. Grace had always wanted to write a romance novel and now that she was, it was about us. And no words could even explain how happy that made me.

When she finished her food, he stood up, gesturing to her to come with him. “Let’s go.”, he said. Grace followed him like a calf, after all, she didn't have any other option rather than following his orders. Grace was so engulfed in her thoughts that she didn’t bother to check her surroundings. She was thankful that Zayden didn’t say anything because she didn’t want to talk with him. All she was thinking about was ‘how will she explain everything to her mom?’. Even the drive was quiet. But she had no idea that the author was going to turn her life upside down soon! . #TBC