Dark Gracie Novels & Stories

a hickey that burned like a mark of ownership. Troy’s hands twitched at his sides as Eric's lips stayed there, holding him close. "Let go of me" Troy muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushed, though he made no real effort to push Eric away. Eric smirked faintly against his skin, his grip around Troy’s waist tightening just a little. "Let me warned you, you’re stuck with me." ******

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

“How do I do that?” “Charity work. Public appearances. Act like the perfect, grieving Luna who is bravely carrying on despite the attack on her child. Make them pity you. Make them love you. And while you're doing that…” Her voice dropped. “We'll figure out how to get rid of Lori for good.” I stopped pacing. “Get rid of her? You mean…” “I mean we'll give her a reason to leave. A reason that even her precious coach can't protect her from. And if that doesn't work…” Gracie's pause was heavy with meaning. “Accidents happen all the time, Janie. Especially to pregnant Omegas.”

"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.

"Fine! Put it in! I will fucking pay! Just do it! Fuck me!" Drave didn't hesitate. He had gotten what he wanted. He grabbed her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into her soft skin like claws, and he delivered a single, violent thrust that buried his entire length deep inside her. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Grace’s scream ripped through the silent room. Her back arched so high her chest left the table. She was stretched to the limit, her tight walls screaming as the massive rod filled her completely, hitting her depths with a force that made her world turn white behind the blindfold.

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.”

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

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."

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.”