Dark Gracie Novels & Stories

Stacy simply nodded and began the drive back to the Pack house, the place where she would get to see him again, that crazy Demon that she couldn’t help but love. Dominic and Stacy returned to find Grace, the doctor who performed autopsies on Nick and Diane after they were killed, Stacy was actually happy to see her, in the months since the battle Grace and Stacy had become friends, even going to the local Preter club together so Stacy could relax and Grace could feed, Grace is a Succubus, she feeds on sexual energy and desire, where better to feed than a club filled with horny Preternatural? “Grace!” Stacy exclaimed as she was pulled into an embrace, Grace’s heart was pounding in her chest a

Get out of here before the drugs render me useless. "I don't think you understand the mistake you're making," Grayson says. Despite the obvious anger radiating under his skin, he's as impassive as ever, facing the situation like a true Alpha. And it scares me. Because I know a fight is about to ensue... "Stop, I yell over the music. Not many people take notice, but the two men do. And at that exact moment, the drugs hit me like a truck, and I stumble a little on my feet. "I think I'm going to pass out..."

“I'm going away. I can't believe you won't let her go. I need to know why the mother of my best friend snatched our happiness. Don't you remember how we used to sit there looking happy? Chatting with each other while the hunter tickles her. That moment is all gone. Grace, your mother is gone. You are an orphan. Don't you want revenge. Don't you want to stop the person who tried to end our happiness?” She asked. Grim swallowed hard and looked at me, “Will you be safe?” He asked. My heart squeezed with endless pain. He is the first person I told about my encounter with the pack, and here he was sending me back there just for his dead mate. I pushed back those tears that threatened to fall down

He was left with no other option but to bargain. "Of course you aren't smart enough to figure it out as I learnt from that putrid place you call a pack. But I am big on second chances so I'll let you guess!" Grace gave a dark smile bringing a fort the dark personality from the demon in the pilot seat of her body. "What do you want!?" Grey maintained an emotionless expression. "Fine then, I'll tell you! I want to join your little crusade against Erebus as an emisary!"

Chapter Fifty Three - Care Tori's POV I furrowed my brows in confusion, Gracie must have noticed the confusion written on my face because I had left her stretched out hands hanging in the air, my focus was on the frame. "Oh, you must know him. He is very famous." Gracie said dropping the tray of cookies on the center table. She paused to sigh heavily before continuing. "That is Dante. He used to be my husband until we got a divorce of recents." She blurted out. I turned around to gaze at her with my eyes wide open in shock.

Gracelyn’s POV I smiled at my best friend Jessica and sipped my coffee. “Grace, look at this.” I looked at her laptop and smiled. “Um, I don’t want to be a model.” She smiled and said, “Not that. Him.” I looked at the guy and said, “Oh, I want him.” He looked like an angel. She said, “That is Grey Vincenzo. His father died, so he inherited the company. Damian works with him as his Vice President.”

Chapter 24 Grace had dressed in a black sleeveless dress that was just below her buttocks, she looked at herself in the mirror satisfied with how hot she looked, She applied a darker shade of makeup with dark lipstick to go with the look, She looked like a sexy black goddess and she was proud of that. Usually, she was a very well organized person, dressed perfectly but it was rare she looked this Hot, She wanted to see if she could make the infamous Don double take, after all, Rumer had it that he wasn't a man waist down, she wanted to know how true that was. When she heard a Knock on the door, she was dragged out of her unholy thoughts

Gracie came out from beneath one of the stone arches before I had the chance to introduce myself to anyone. She looked like a summer campaign that somehow did not make other women want to set the billboard on fire. A butter-yellow linen dress skimmed her calves, thin leather sandals on her feet, her blonde hair pulled into a low knot with a few loose pieces around her face. Sunglasses rested on top of her head. In one hand, she carried a beige folder of venue notes that was still firmly closed and looked as though it had not been touched since it came off the printer. Of course it had not.

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

I pulled my coat close and walked over to the figure, crouching down. I offered money and treats. "Here, take this. It's freezing out here; have something warm to eat." The person slowly looked up. The face was so dirty and frostbitten that I could hardly recognize in the faint light. The hair was matted to the head, smelling sour. However, then I saw the eyes, and I could not breathe. They were cloudy and empty, but with a spark of something I knew. It was Shirley. I was stuck in place, my thoughts racing.