Dark Gracie Novels & Stories

And not just alive, but standing beside the same woman they thought had died in Montenegro: Zara Mikhailova, the Red Viper. That name hadn’t crossed Grace’s path in nearly seven years. Zara had once been a deadly arms broker with ties to the Russian oligarchy, a woman Grace thought she’d buried, both literally and metaphorically, when she blew up the compound in Serbia. Now she was back. And Jade, her former protégé, her most personal betrayal, was alive, by her side. Damien stirred inside. Grace turned slowly and walked to him. His voice was hoarse when he opened his eyes. “You’re thinking too loud.”

she pleaded. “She fucking tried to harm you.” “But I’m fine, aren’t I? If you keep pressing, you’re going to kill her. Let her go.” She forced his hand off the woman’s throat, watching as she slid to the floor, coughing her chest and coughing loudly. “The next time you try something like that again, it will be the last thing you’ll try in your entire miserable life.” The woman beneath them, had her hands beating her chest lightly as she glared at them both, her eyes brewing in hatred and resentment. “Trust me, you’re not going to get away with this. You tried to kill the heir of the Gray family.”

Vera suddenly asked, catching Grace off guard. “Ah," Grace flinched at the question. "No," she responded with a sad smile, "but I did do something worse, though,” she added. Taken aback, Vera asked in shock, “What?” Grace took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Mrs. Vera’s. She thought to herself, 'Maybe it's time she knew about my past.' Settling into her chair, Grace began to recount her story, holding nothing back. She spoke of the accident that shattered her life, her father's tragic death, her own trauma, and her mother's prolonged coma. She explained how her mother had only recently woken up, which was why she had disappeared for months.

Grace pulled away when ten seconds were over. Grace stared at him with a bored look on her face, "Sorry, it was a dare. So I had to kiss you." She said flatly. Daniel stared at her for a good moment. That time Grace noticed his smoky grey eyes which caught her attention. She liked his eyes then her eyes traveled to his face then she noticed he had a beautiful face with an attractive figure. He was a tall and muscular man with beautiful smoky grey eyes and jet-black hair. He has a slight beard that gives him a deadly appearance which suits him well.

They were done for! Lucy then stepped on my fingers, grinding her heel down. “Don’t waste your breath on her. I want to see exactly how much money this bitch managed to scam.” I shook from the sheer agony, and blood started to seep out from beneath my fingernails. Even so, I pushed my body up, lifting my head to glare furiously at Grace. Grace looked down at me, as though I were literal garbage. “Let me tell you something. I came here today to make sure you know exactly who Damien’s woman is. You’re just a little bitch from nowhere, and you’re glaring at me? It seems like you don’t care about your eyes anymore either.”

I grabbed the car door, my fingers denting the cold metal as I held myself up. "Drake!" Gray was there, his hand firm on my arm. Gray had been my right hand and my only true friend for years; he knew my shadows better than I did. "You're swaying. Your skin is gray." "I am fine," I snapped. I pushed him off and got into the back seat. Gray sat beside me. He didn't look away. "That is the second time today. A Crane does not stumble." "It's nothing. Drop it." I leaned my head back against the leather. "Tell me about the girl."

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

Grace managed to mutter through gritted teeth, though her body immediately stiffens and reluctant for any poses. "Could you hold this file for me, Milady". Eric asked with a sinister look on his face as he handed the file over to Grace. Gracie's heartbeat increased as she held the file. She unconsciously felt it but couldn't feel anything making a heart beat faster. Something was wrong, She thought again. "Say cheese!". He said with the same sinister look on his face . Grace managed to pose a bit and he immediately clicked the picture letting the flashlight blind them a little, before they could blink the sudden effects away he was gone like the wind on a bike they hadn't noticed was there.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Mate, Nick did he just say mate? Madchen, chill, just go home with Drago,ok Whatever, you guys have some explaining to do. The administrator dismissed everyone, ordering them to get back to work. Before Drago could get Madchen out of there, his father and Marcu came up to her. “I’m sorry, little girl,” Grigo said with a sad expression on his face, “But I am proud of you, for standing up for yourself, even if in the most colorful fashion I’ve ever seen.