Breakaway Grace Reilly Novels & Stories

I stood behind that pillar and listened attentively as Mrs Grace blamed my mother for Finn’s condition “you made me break up my son’s relationship, you made me put him through this emotional trauma, now he is a shadow of himself and all you care about is getting him to engage your daughter? Are you okay at all? Don’t you care about his mental health?” “I don’t care Grace, I don’t give a damn! Rita and Finn were never meant to be, they were bound to break up someday and finally they did, your son would engage my daughter Riley on his birthday, so you better talk to him and get him to put his ass together else he would wake up to being a pauper soon” Willow warned, she glared at Grace intensel

Two days later, Grace bid farewell to her team and set off with Emile. She had no idea what to expect but she didn’t want to miss it if there was a chance. She had missed 20 years; she didn’t want to miss another 20 years. Raphael had no idea what two women who had never met had to talk about; from the time they met they had been chatting non-stop. They had just stopped chatting but that was only because Emile who was pregnant and had fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation. Luckily, Grace didn’t take any offence; she only shrugged, smiling helplessly as she called a flight attendant to get a blanket to cover Emile.

Although deep down I knew that where this conversation is heading to but I acted as if I have no clue about whatever he has to say next. "I met Grace when I was only eight years old. She was this little princess who was never loved and pampered. Her father was alcoholic and her mother was prostitute. They never loved her but she was okay with that. You know, her mother wanted to drag Grace into prostitution but somehow she managed to escape. You think that you know everybody, right? No, you don't. There are some stories which are always left unsaid. Grace never got love of her parents, it was only me, Blake and Riley who look after her. Just like a normal girl, she had dreams but then she wa

Grace called someone. "Hello sir. I'm sorry," Grace said in a tone like she was in pain. "What's wrong, Grace? Is everything okay?" asked Mr. Bastian from the other side. "Miss Renata ran away, and she stabbed me. I'm sorry I couldn't take care of her, sir." "Damn! Where are you?" "I'm chasing after her and looking for her by car." "Go to the hospital. Let me look for him!" After that, the call was disconnected. Grace grinned happily.

Her concern sounded at the other end of the line as Riella replied, "I went to see my dad and I ended up killing my stepmother by mistake. I wanted them to feel the pain they put me through for losing a mum and the pain in me was too much and I just exploded. And Grace is dead. I am not there anymore but I don't know what to do." She explained as cold sweats began rising on her skin. Meanwhile, Shannon smiled upon hearing this. "Don't panic. This means that you are getting into your power. This is what we have been waiting for… This is fabulous!”

She exclaimed “I know but I just cant explain it. She is the one, I dont want to worst your time anymore. I am sorry I already worsted your time in the past but I want to come clean, it is her that I want and no one else” Grace let out a sad laugh “What the hell are you saying Ryan!” She said “I am trying to make you understand how sorry I am for this” Ryan tried to explain “By officially breaking up with me?” She asked, Grace was furious,

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

Her lips parted but no sound came out. Emily smiled coldly. “You can’t, can you?” Dorian looked between them, heart pounding. “Ma… enough.” Emily didn’t look away from Selene. “Get out of my sight.” Selene blinked fast, her throat moving as she swallowed. She turned around and walked out, her steps stiff, her shoulders tight. Dorian followed after her, calling her name, bu t she kept walking. Emily watched them leave, her eyes full of ice and fire. “This family is breaking,” she whispered to herself. “And she is the crack.”

Realizing there was blood running down from the wound, Jilly grabbed alcohol and some cotton. “You should go back to the State, that is for the best. We’re not in a clear relationship since the last encounter we had. I want us to take a break and repent. I loved you once, Cayne, it was a long time ago when we were in a relationship. But now, I want to establish my life back for Grace. I want to put my life piece by piece to whole again.”

My eyebrows narrow at her, “How much wine did you drink?” Katherine rolls her eyes and Olivia laughs from her seat, “But really? How is Katherine the logical one, she throws grenades and smiles at the explosion they create.” “Yeah,” I laugh. “I blame Grace, she used to be the logical one.” “Now I'm a mess,” Grace raises her glass, right before gulping down the rest of her wine. We all murmur in agreement, We are all a mess but Grace takes the cup. She has no fixed direction in her life, she always has been broken, but back then, only we knew it, and she owned up to herself, she was a fireball. That grace would never let a man treat her that way, but the desperate need of feeling that love sh