Coup De Grace Book Novels & Stories

I took the file out of my briefcase and placed it on the expensive linen tablecloth. When Alexander saw the words "Divorce Agreement," the plate in his hands crashed to the floor. "...What is this?" His voice was shaking. The color drained from his face. "It means there's no reason for us to continue." "Let's get a divorce."

Finally, the truth seemed to dawn on Adrian. He looked at me, his eyes wide with terror. "Caleb Lamb? You two have the same surname. Colleen, who exactly is he to you?" I smiled. "Oh, you didn't know? Caleb is my godbrother, but starting today, he's my husband." Adrian's eyes reddened, and his body wobbled. "So… The Lamb family was never bankrupt… I've been the fool all along…"

I moved, and the pain washed over me like a strong wave before I knew what was happening. But I didn't regret it. I didn't regret a single thing. "...Liar." He pulled the trigger, the resounding echo of the bullet leaving the safety of the gun pushing passed and ripping through the air without mercy. Fast, and strong, it flew in a clear line towards its victim with no hesitation. Halcyon had, in the nick of time, wrapped a firm arm around Malachi's neck, pulling him back and trying to disable the gun from his hand, which he succeeded in doing. But he was a split second too late. And that split second made all the difference.

Grave said again, and Sophia rolled her suitcase with her in tow. Then strode to whisper in Grace's ear. “I can see you are being stubborn and not respectable anymore. I will make sure I teach you a lesson. Lowlife and I may have nothing in common, so get the fuck out and enjoy their silly estate with your dead husband. Grace pushed Sophia, hardly using a lower cut, and this made her stagger backward, and Grave was so fast to give her a dirty slap on her face and spat on it. “You disgust me; leave already!

I will not waste much time overviewing the point of the novel. My name is Grace and I'm the author of this novel. I want to inform you that this book is purely a work of fiction and some events might be totally unbelievable and that's cool because that's how world of supernaturals work. Always Share, Comment and Vote my book ?Grace THE CURSE

I was suddenly overcome by the urge to explain. And when deep furrows formed on her forehead, I regretted my verbal diarrhea. Thankfully, the door burst open, and in came Grace carrying a small wooden bowl and a rusted dagger in her hand. She walked straight to where I was, then perched herself beside me and placed her paraphernalia onto the glass coffee table before us. “There is something I need to check.” She said softly, barely giving a warning before she took my hand and slit my wrist with the rusted dagger. Pain lasered through my skin with a suffocating burn, and a small whimper fell from my lips.

"Rot with the corpses of your family!" Caraline stared at the three books on the floor in disbelief. She shook her head slowly before picking them up. "It was you who took these books, Diego." Diego laughed. "You dropped them when you left me, you lowly woman! You're disgusting. When you fell asleep on my shoulder, you even mentioned the name of that fucking cripple!" Diego stormed out of the room, slamming the door loudly. He glared at Grace and the three maids as he passed them.

They were all here, right in this room. What did Vermont do to them? Rape? Whipping? To death or the brink of death? What did they do to deserve such? What have we done to suffer at his zeal!? My heart burned. It burned with spite and vengeance. He deserved to die. That's the only way to save myself and even a thousand generations. At this point, I didn't care about burning in hell. I would kill Vermont Cardoniss MYSELF! ~ “I'm afraid I can't, Grace.” Aunt Cherry said. “Sir Vermont didn't give any order to let you out.”

Historical sightings are rare. Direct contact is considered catastrophic. Damien's pulse quickened. He turned the page. Nothing. Another page. Nothing. Then another. A torn section. He searched the book's index. The reference had been deliberately removed. That made Damien more interested. He spent another hour searching for the same title. Nothing. Then he noticed something strange. The book wasn't as old as it looked. The binding had been replaced. Someone had repaired it recently. Damien closed the book. His eyes narrowed.

They kicked in the door. Inside— No guards. No gunfire. Just a single desk. A briefcase. And a document inside. Lorenzo grabbed it, scanned the top line. “Marriage clause,” he said. Isabella stepped beside him, her voice cold. “Burn it.” He handed her the lighter. She didn’t hesitate. The flames curled the paper inward, blackening the edges, devouring the words that once controlled her fate. When it was gone, she looked at him. “What now?”