Dark Gracie Novels & Stories

When Draken stopped in front of the large door leading to where Raven was waiting, she could barely catch her breath. Draken knocked twice. Raven's cold voice came from inside, “Come in.” The door opened, and Grace stepped in, her head bowed, her hands tightly clutching her clothing, trembling all over. Raven sat in an armchair, carefully sizing her up for a moment before asking, “What’s your name?” “My… My name is Grace, I used to work in the kitchen of the Dark Eclipse’s packhouse, Alpha.” “How long did you work there?” “Over forty years… since I was a child…”

Although deep down I knew that where this conversation is heading to but I acted as if I have no clue about whatever he has to say next. "I met Grace when I was only eight years old. She was this little princess who was never loved and pampered. Her father was alcoholic and her mother was prostitute. They never loved her but she was okay with that. You know, her mother wanted to drag Grace into prostitution but somehow she managed to escape. You think that you know everybody, right? No, you don't. There are some stories which are always left unsaid. Grace never got love of her parents, it was only me, Blake and Riley who look after her. Just like a normal girl, she had dreams but then she wa

They both laughed. "And where is that hot headed vukodlak??". "Have some respect dagon. I'm still your master." Damien said. "Our job is done here, let's get going". He added. "Hey untie me ". Liam yelled. [ CRYSTAL'S POV] I arrived at the club. Did my things as usual and got some money. I found Grace in the corridor of the dressing room. Grace is not a popular stripper, people hardly call for her . She smiled at me.

"Nothing wrong with enjoying the scenery while you're at it now is there?" Gracie was the least likely candidate for the Academy. A brash, loud talking, always ready to throw down as she terms it, African American beauty, with chocolate brown skin and the most piercing black eyes with the purest whites. She looked about fifteen, except for her height of five ten, which towered over my five three stature. From our first day together at the Academy, we'd just hit it off. Our backgrounds weren't much different; Gracie grew up about an hour or so away in D.C.'s inner city. Tough streets for anyone, but even more so for a young girl who's father had been gunned down for his part in a neighborhood

Me, the Unmarked foreigner standing right behind them with a prized possession-the Alpha's son. I push Eamonn close to my side. I scan their gang with wide eyes but don't know who is likely to ignite this "keg of gunpowder' situation. I'm trying to figure out who would I go for first if this turns into a fight. How am I going to fight them while keeping Eamonn by my side? "You smell," A familiar face steps forward. Gracie, with her blond hair falling from her face in brilliant waves. She's by far the most exquisite here, and the most dominant.

She got very dark and eerie vibes from that man who looked ravishingly handsome but his lecherous gaze had instilled a deep fear inside her. Xavier was out on a mission and no matter how embarrassing it sounded; she was missing him badly. He was the only person with whom she could talk. Grace didn't want to meet Nicholas and other than him no one wanted to meet her. It wasn't like they didn't want to but because of Damon's order who had strictly warned them to not socialize with that stranger. She somehow managed to survive two days but now it was becoming unbearable. Grace was never a caged bird and having not a single soul to socialize with, she felt like she would lose her mind.

“All we have is a few pills of acetaminophen. It’s not going to do much.” “I can do it!” Gracie somehow managed to squirm her way past Grey and practically ran until she plopped down beside Will. She looked more curious than horrified as her crystal blue eyes scanned over E’s mangled form. My confusion was growing by the second. How would Gracie help anything? “I said no.” Grey stomped over and gripped her arm lightly. He was about to pull her back to her feet and kick her out, but Will gave him a pleading look.

Graciela’s POV I got a message from Lucas Dorego, he knows I am here. Lucas is the drug Lord that is after my life. I’ve heard tales about him and they are never good stories because he is a ruthless and merciless drug lord that shows no mercy to anyone “King Dominic cannot save you from me. Your interest rate just went up because you sought help from King Dominic. You have eight days to pay up or you’ll end up like your friend. I know where to find your mom, Gracie. Don’t make me hurt her. By the way, nice couch you got here, I love it.”

A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Stop… please…” she begged. But her body didn’t listen. One hand slid down her stomach and between her legs again. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "You feel that?" Sabine whispered. "That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife."

The two families are enemies and they can't collide together. My wife found out you have a stalker who was obessed you, and she made a deal with him. he offers her money to do whatever he says and she oblige. I was aware of her plan but I couldn't stop her because of my greed. He gives you an aphrodisiac drug, you lose your senses and begs for s*x until you're on the edge of losing your sanity. You couldn't get enough of them until the three men lay with you. I was so pained that day the guilt of my wife accepting a bribe from that man shattered you. killing Damon parents you're not he did a hypotonic on you. He tamed you as the killer but he was the one who put the dagger inside of them. Da