By God's Grace Novels & Stories

With all my gratitude and love, Multi-Dimensionally Yours, Grace Grandi – ❤

"I have no idea. I'm just a detective, how can I be his target." Uriel's expression turned solemn, his voice low and mysterious. "You're more than that, Chris. You're filled with the Grace of God." Chris's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "What do you mean? I'm not even a regular churchgoer due to my work." Uriel's gaze never wavered. "The Grace of God is not reserved for the pious, Chris. It's given to those with a pure heart, and you, my friend, possess that quality. Any weapon you wield becomes fatal to demons and even the Fallen Angel Belzebub."

Grace asked frowning. “No, I should ask you what’s the meaning of your attitude? What wrong have I done to you?” She asks for Grace to scoff. “I see, the fortune Mr. Harden signed to your name elevates your level of greed,” Grace said chuckling. “What did I do to you?” Adele asked for Grace to sigh. “Nothing so leave,” she said for Adele to look around scoffing. “I’m here to warn you, if you want to hate me, hate me alone don’t turn the people around me against me,” she said for Grace to chuckle.

It sinks into the skin, into the breath, into places inside a person that have gone cold. Grace is already working at the long wooden counter. Her sleeves are rolled to her elbows, and a dusting of flour clings to her arms. There is always a streak on her cheek, a soft white curve like the mark of a blessing. She doesn’t turn, doesn’t rush, doesn’t fill the space with unnecessary words. “Good morning, Isabella,” she says, her voice calm, as though acknowledging the sunrise. “Good morning,” I answer, feeling the simple rightness of being known without question.

Uncle Joe teases, causing me to chuckle and agree with him. As the maids finish serving us, we all join hands to say Grace. It's a special tradition that Dad, being a religious Christian, believes in. According to him, saying Grace before every meal not only nourishes our soul but also helps us be more productive. Even though I may not personally share the same belief, I still go along with it to make Dad happy. Dad leads the Grace with a heartfelt prayer: "Dear Lord, we thank you for the food we're about to enjoy and for the gift of life. We also pray that you shower your mercy upon those in need today."

Grace's PoV: "Can you believe it? I really just walked out on him. The man who groomed me and made me who I am today. Maybe one day I'll go to him in peace and apologize," said Grace. "Giuseppe is a great man. But I'm happy it didn't work out with him, it pushed me to give life to my own ideas and run a business according to what I want."

It was a supplication to God for thanksgiving and asking for his grace and mercy upon the Williams family. “Oh my deah friend,” she cried out excitedly, “how can I thank ya?” she began with tears rolling down to her cheeks. “Thanksgiving belongs to God; we should thank God instead.” Mrs. Williams quickly nodded her head; she sniffed and used both hands to cover her welling eyes. “Thank-you ma’am; God has used ya to console my mother.” Roslyn hastened to say as she went to her mother’s side, wrapping her arms around her mother’s torso. “Oh please,” she waved Roslyn’s words aside. “Like I said, give thanks to God for he along deserves it.” Roslyn looked at her evenly and smiled. Mrs. Anne stoo

Place her faith in a higher power to get her and Grayson through this. Today was a day made for miracles after all. A virgin birth of the savior the world needed. God had come through back then and he could do it now. Amber would be a better person and make her life mean more. She would get involved with charity work, hell even go to church. Why had it taken Amber so long to see how blessed she was?

"Now I co-Alpha a merged pack with the most formidable woman I've ever met. Now we're about to become parents. It's insane and perfect and more than I ever deserved." Grace turned in my arms to face me, her expression serious. "Jace, you need to stop saying you don't deserve this. You've worked incredibly hard to become someone worthy of a second chance. You've grown and changed and proven yourself a thousand times over." "Have I though?" I asked, voicing the doubt that still haunted me sometimes. "Or did I just get lucky that you were willing to forgive me?" "Both," Grace said simply. "You got lucky that I was willing to give you another chance. But you earned that chance through consistent

“You’re welcome ma. It’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing. It is something! God will bless you for me Casper, he will enlarge your coast, your business will flourish and enemies would never get a hold of you. Casper you will continue to increase without limits, you will reap the fruits of your labor in Jesus mighty name.” “Amen ma. Thank you.” “All thanks to God and you Casper. Thank you.” “You’re welcome ma.” “Thank you very much bro.” “You’re welcome bro. Enjoy your day.”