Dark Gracie Novels & Stories

Grace stepped out. She wasn't wearing her yellow raincoat anymore. She was wrapped in a simple indigo shawl, her hair wild. But it was her eyes that stopped everyone on the deck. They weren't blue. They weren't gold. They were a deep, obsidian black—exactly like Jinyan’s had been when he was "Corrected." "The noise," Grace whispered. "It’s so... ugly." She looked at Arthur Vincent. She didn't raise her hand. She didn't command him. She simply walked toward him, her footsteps silent on the blood-slicked deck.

What a shameful disgrace for the Wyatt family! This lucky woman really has no shame in her! After leaving Quirino, she instead ran into his brother's arms. Lucas then crouched right in front of Morana and gripped her chin so he could look this girl straight in the eye. “You are a girl who doesn't even know who your father is. Living in a gambling environment and a place for prostitution!” Lucas hissed viciously. Morana didn't even make a sound as Lucas hurt her cheek as he gripped her face, his sharp nails dug into her skin.

Father's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the force of thunder. Grace and the werewolves who'd laid hands on me went weak in the knees, nearly collapsing on the spot. They never imagined that the woman they'd accused of sleeping her way to the top was actually Damian Pierce's daughter! Grace's face turned deathly pale. The cigarette slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. It burned her hand, but she didn't even notice. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. All her earlier arrogance had vanished completely.

She was breathtakingly sweating so was Drake. "Y-You stop. . . Why?" she asked, panting. Drake smiled devilishly. "I want you to grind on top of me," he said and turned his back. Emily watched him walk towards the grand piano. She bit her lower lip and imagined something sexy in her mind. 'Oh, your kink is in the grand piano, Alpha,' she thought. She followed him. She swallowed a lump in her throat when Drake stripped his boxer and welcomed her with his massive and hard erection.

Dante muttered under his breath, then quickly shut up when Adrian shot him a warning glare. “You see this?” Adrian said to them without looking away from me, feeding me another bite. “This is what I killed for today. This is what I’ll burn the world for. Grace isn’t some girl I took on a whim. She’s my obsession. My soon to be wife. The only thing that makes my black heart beat. Any man who looks at her too long, touches her, even thinks about her- ” his voice dropped into something chilling “- I will make him beg for death. Ryan’s lucky he’s still breathing.” Nicholas cleared his throat. “We get it, boss. She’s off-limits. Completely.”

No- No, this isn't happening. I was so close. So. Damn. Close. I kick and scream as they continue to drag me. Just then, Raymond's voice booms through the lobby. "Are you being serious right now Gracie? I thought you were smarter than this..." I lift my head to see him leaning against a doorway a few paces away from me, his expression is deathly. And beside him? Georgia. Oh, shit. She looks even angrier than him. "How stupid can you be? Did whoring your body and stealing from Rich people make you that dumb?" she hissed, massaging the space between her brows. "Trying to escape from a hospital we own?"

It was pointless with her aunt. "Are you trying to walk out on me, Leilani?" Grace asked and pulled her arms, forcing her to sit down. The woman might look fragile, but she isn't as she seemed. Grace was a strong woman who had worked in a criminal organization before. She had also been arrested once and spent years in jail. Leila wasn't surprised that she had all of that strength. "What do you want? Let go of me!" She declared. "Give me more," Grace demanded.

Her face contorted with pain and disbelief, and she let out a heart-wrenching sob, her hands releasing their grip on her father's as she stumbled backwards in shock. Sara, her eyes filled with confusion and fear, hurried towards Yohan, her heart pounding with an inexplicable dread. "Yohan, what's happening? Where's Gracie? What's Ryan saying?" Sara's voice trembled with panic as tears streamed down her face. Yohan's gaze met Sara's, filled with profound sadness and the weight of unbearable news. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the devastating revelation that would shatter Sara's world. "Gracie is...no more," Yohan's voice, heavy with sorrow, delivered the heart-wrenching truth as

There’s a knock on the office door, both Damon and Jessica share a look, no one bothers Damon when Jessica visits unless there’s an emergency. Damon says deeply. “Come in.” The door opens and Gracie walks in. She smiles and says. “Hi, I am Gracie Almada. I work with Beckett. I am a firefighter as well.” Damon frowns and narrows his eyes at her. He couldn’t help the feeling that came over him when he looked at her. She reminded him of the psycho bitch who tried to kill Jessica. “That doesn’t explain why you’re in my office right now. This is a private office. How did you even get back here?” He asks.

I retorted. "SHUT UP." Lady Dracula screamed, scaring the living daylights out of me. "Both of you are worse than toddlers. Rudra you are an adult and it's about time you get married and Ananya you are already married, and you both behave like kids in the candy store. Morons." And the lecture went on and on, while we stood like prisoners in cell who were sentenced to jail for their crimes, while Rehana stood their completely amused by the situation.