Breakaway Grace Reilly Novels & Stories

he cried. "That's right, asshole. You win. Now, are you gonna let me in or stare at me all night?" I barked. "Um...this is awkward..." he chuckled nervously. "Connor, who is at the door?" Grace stood behind him. Her eyes turned wide when she saw me too. "Hi?" "You remember Anya from this morning? Connor smirked. "I thought you guys broke up?" Grace looked at him questioningly. "We did, and now we are about to make up. So you should go. Sorry for the inconvenience," I declared.

And Grace had made sure of that. I tried to steady my breathing, to gather the strength to move, but my body refused to obey. The ache in my back was almost excruciating, and every step seemed like walking through fire. I tightened my fists at my sides, attempting to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, but then I heard her: Grace. Her voice, was full of malice, cutting through the shroud of grief and wrath. "Well, that was entertaining," she replied, her voice light and almost playful. Her words, however, were far from playful. "I hope you enjoyed the show, Berrilyl.

WILLOW “What I am trying to say to you.” Grace gets a faraway look in her eyes. “Listen Willow. One thing I don’t play about it my family. I would do anything to keep my family together.” “I guess that includes getting rid of the girl that’s been causing problems between your sons.” I try to speak calmly but deep inside, I’m spiraling. “Do you even know what happened? Why I broke up with Theo and started dating Aiden?” “I’m sure it’s something terrible that Theo likely did, but really, do you think anyone is going to care about your reasons when they see you sandwiched in the middle of the two of them?”

Declan Grace had been in her room for five days now. She had insisted that she got released early on the condition that she prioritized her recovery and avoided stress at all costs. Turns out that Grace took that quite literally because she had made it her life mission to avoid my brother and I like a plague. She was always holed up in her room, and the times when she was not, if she even so much as had an inkling that Rhys or me was coming in one direction, she would run away through the other like her heels were on fire.

I clutch her tight as though to tell her that no one is taking her away again, but I don’t know if I can make that promise if Jessica really can decide otherwise. “Grace, pack your things. You’re coming home with me.” Jessica says, unmoved.v “No!” Grace cries harder. “It wasn’t Lily’s fault. The mean lady took me away!” “Grace who is the mean lady?” Adrian asks, but Grace just shakes her head and hangs onto me. I pick her up and hold her. “Grace, can you tell us what she looked like?” I ask calmly, rubbing her back and trying to soothe her as best I can. But Grace is done talking now. She just tightens her arms around my back and I carry her back to her room.

"I need to start by saying I'm sorry. I know that doesn't fix anything. I know it doesn't undo what I did. But I need you to know that I am deeply, profoundly sorry." The words should have meant something. But mostly, I just felt numb. "Why?" I asked. "Why did you do it?" Grace's eyes filled with tears. "Because my daughter was dying, and I'd just lost my mother." I blinked, not expecting that. "What?" "I have a daughter. Emma. She's six now, but back then she was two and very sick. Leukemia." Grace's voice broke. "And my mother—she had dementia for years. I was her caretaker. She died two weeks before Martha approached me."

“Maxwell, what a not so pleasant pleasure to see you. Please tell me I don’t have to travel across the country again to meet more dead people.” Her bitter mood makes her more snarky. “That bad, huh?” “More than you know.” “Care to talk about it?” “Not really, seeing as it’s your fault to begin with.” I get straight to the point. “I came here to tell you that Grace is leaving for a few months. She wishes to visit our hometown.” “Where exactly would that be?” “It’s now known as Cambridge, Massachusetts.” The wheels turn in her head as she thinks about that piece of information. “I don’t feel the urge for another road trip, so I guess I’ll see her when she gets back. It took you four days to fi

Grace said. “What if he is not over you though?” Xan argued. “I don’t care! He stood by when I was slapped and then slept with another woman. Surprisingly, those actions are deal breakers for me!” Grace said pausing for a minute. Grace then said, “Besides if I can kick your arse, his should be relativity easy!” “Really? You kicked my Arse?” Xan said incredulously. “Yeap! Don’t be ashamed! “Grace said. But before she could finish the sentence, Xan rolled her over so she was on her back with him between her legs.

I can tell Liam wants her to move, but she’s holding steady. Grace looks at Liam. “We’re family, Grace. I would never hurt my family. I know what I did to Eli was awful, but you and he are my family now. I won’t hurt him, and I didn’t enjoy hurting him before.” When she relaxes against me, her breathing coming back to normal, Angel finally drops her arms and let’s Liam pull her aside. “We will have words later Angel.” He tells her before turning to Grace. “Did you feel your strength, your power? Can you tap into it now?” He asks her. She steps out of my arms and cracks her neck.