Dark Gracie Novels & Stories

The mention of my code name sent my heart racing, my breath catching in my throat. Grace's expression softened, almost maternal. "I am honored you chose to follow in my footsteps. But you must understand something. As much as we help others, as much as we punish those who deserve it, we also feed the darkness in ourselves. And if we do not have a source of light, a strong one, to keep us balanced…" She trailed off, her gaze distant, as though she were staring at her own ghosts. "We may lose ourselves. Excuse me," she said, brushing past me and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Grace swallowed and put her hands into them. We waited in silence for a good thirty seconds, if not more. Then she spoke. “There is a dark presence in your life that has made its way inside you, telling you you’re not good enough, not strong enough, not smart enough. I see the future before you is full of dark shadows whispering their poison.” A tear spilled down Grace’s cheek. I could see Zane was forcibly holding himself from grabbing her away and keeping her safe. “Shall I tell you what I see beyond those shadows?”

“It’s all real. Enough here to bring the SEC down on him. Maybe even criminal charges.” Grace nodded, looking exhausted but determined. “Then use it. Stop him before someone gets hurt… or worse.” She left as the sun was coming up. No guards, no protection. Just her, walking out into the morning light like she had nothing left to lose. I watched her go and felt this heavy dread settle in my stomach. We’d taken everything from Harrison Jr., his reputation, his company, and now his sister. The one person he actually loved had turned against him. A man with nothing left is the most dangerous kind. Would we ever see Grace Blackwood alive again? Or had we just sent her straight into the fire?

"This scene looks familiar doesn't it? Enough talks , let's put everything to an end" "Are you sure about that? " I spoke softly meeting his gaze squarely. A shot rang out just outside... Then another. His gaze flew to mine... "son of a bitc......" his words were cut short when the door blasted open and many shots follow. Everything happened in a blur as Sebastian and some of our men blasted inside I launched myself towards Gracie in a flash ,producing a knife from my boot I stabbed the bastard holding her straight in his heart. He screamed out his pain, a satisfied look crossed my features when his blood spurted out coating my knife, his gaze were filled with surprise as he fell to the gr

It only got worse when her helper came from the back at the sound of the bells jingling over the door; it was as if I wasn't there. "Hello, welcome to Pitter Patter Pet store; I'm Gracey; how can I help you?" Gracey was a brunette with a chest that even I envied and tattoos up her arms and across her chest, fully displayed in the tank top she barely wore, with jeans that I was almost certain had been painted on. I felt two feet tall when she turned all her attention on Gabriel.

Rocky's Pov: "Please, don't kill me. I did everything the madam asked me to do, so please......." Gracie clamped her hands together, begging with her knees on the floor. "I don't want to either, you aren't worth my time but my mom begged me desperately to get rid of you, so what can I do? You should blame your new boss, not me" "What? That bitch, what did she do this time?" Gracie snarled, her eyes lit with fire but it was stupid, she hated Diamond but not her former boss who wanted her dead, I can never understand people.

She had dreamt and hoped for an opportunity when Mr Bright would take interest in her and now that the time had finally come, she was busy thinking of Enrique. "I like hiking and fishing on my free days, my ex-wife hated that, though. She said they were hobbies for suckers," Mr Bright said. Grace looked at him as he drove, he was far too handsome and perfect for anyone to find fault with. His ex-wife must have been out of her mind when she divorced him, Grace concluded. "That's not true, hiking is fun, although I know nothing about fishing," Grace smiled. The rest of the ride was spent with Grace telling Me Bright about her experience so far as Mr Black's assistant. Mr Bright seemed to find

The world is not ready for the consequences if ever Khaos was to find the truth of his heritage. But you see what this means. Our Gracie is Khaos’ cousin. The brutality of her father, her uncle and her cousin runs through her veins. The Moon Goddess was absolutely right. She is destined for great things, but what those things are is anyone’s guess. I’ll admit, I was almost scared of Grace when she was growing up. We kept her wolf bound, hidden away. We couldn’t allow her to bond with it. We had no idea what she was capable of. I shared my findings with Helen, and she agreed – anything we could do to stop Grace from finding out who she belonged to was a good thing and it seemed logical to hid

I tried to breathe but it was impossible because the group was tight and for the first time our ice met and there it was. The magic that Aliaria had spoken about. It was evident at this point that Gracie must have done something during the breaks and now it wasn't Killian that was standing before me it was another person entirely. "If you are still there please listen up do not allow the magic consumes you. Gracie is manipulating you so fight through the darkness and embrace the light." His eyes flick out for a moment and his grip loosened but again his face turned into a frown second letter and the grip tightening forcing me to almost pour out there only content in my stomach.

Gracie cooed at me, making my blood boil, yet calmed my inner rage and forced me to smile. “How did you get out?’ I asked, slowly taking a step toward Gracie and Shepard, who blocked my view of the tablets. “Help from the Arch-Necromancer.” Gracie answers, batting her hazel eyes at me. I wanted to rip her throat out, yet I suppressed my need for blood lust and smirked again. “And why are you here?” I asked again as Shepard intervened quickly, answering for Gracie. “Agent Gracie has proven herself valuable to our cause. Her dedication