Days Grace Never Too Late Novels & Stories

Looking Ahead The early morning sun filtered through the window of the cozy family home, casting a warm and gentle light over the peaceful scene in the living room. Estonia and Travis had always cherished these quiet moments, a brief respite from their bustling lives. Today was no exception, as they prepared to celebrate another special milestone—Grace’s first birthday had just passed, and their little family was basking in the afterglow of the joyful celebration.

A woman gasps in surprise, “Look! She has a new mate mark on her neck!” The surprise travels across the people in waves, and I can hear women gushing and crowding Anita. She gushes from all the attention being showered at her. Getting marked at such a later age is no doubt an extraordinary thing because usually, most mates mark each other in their late teens or early twenties. Anita soaks up the attention, she blushes red and regales the story of the marking that happened just last night, and I can see how she’s on top of the world right now. I don’t begrudge her that. Everyone deserves happiness but there’s a part of me that’s afraid.

"I'm good its been a long day Dad. Are you sure everything is ok." "Off course son hold on here for a second. Nathan grab some glasses for celebrating" Jackson quickly ran to his study and grabbed the bottle of wine and ran back. Nathan had also grabbed the wine glasses from the kitchen. Jackson opened the bottle of wine and started pouring glasses "We are celebrating son. The deal for black mountain is complete, my son is healthy and my wife is beautiful. I've got no worries" Jackson raised his glass and drank the wine. Followed by the rest.

Liam was strumming a guitar, playing something quiet and folk-like. And Grace. Grace was nineteen. She was the youngest, the surprise, the miracle born after the war was supposedly over. She stood up. She was wearing a simple white dress, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She held a glass of sparkling water. "One more toast," Grace said. Her voice was soft, but it carried the same quiet authority that Aria had developed over decades. "We're out of cider," Theo noted sleepily from his chair. "I don't need cider," Grace said. "I just need you to listen."

Not a creation. Just Grace.

But then, over the phone, I heard a voice in the background—sweet and familiar, "Papa Dan." It was Valerie Kinder's son, Theo. Theo told Dan he'd already helped him check off twenty-nine items on his bucket list. Only one was left—seeing the Northern Lights. "Papa Dan," Theo chirped, "this is my very last wish. Will you come with me?" Dan's heart melted on the spot. He said yes without a second thought. Then he turned back to me and said, "Lynn, don't overreact. I already checked—it's just one day. It won't affect the surgery.

The next morning, Nicole woke up early and hurriedly finished the present she had for Grace as a thank you gift for being with her and cheering her on, by six am, she was done, she quickly ran back to the room where Grace was just waking up, she couldn't believe just how close she and Grace have become, when just a few short of a year ago, they were just passing stranger, she hoped in the new year which is just a month away, they will be closer, she won't be able to bear it if she loses Grace as a friend.

He nodded a vague greeting at her as she approached, but thankfully he didn’t seem to recognize her. Wait, why was she here yesterday anyway? What was she doing here? "Can I help you?" Grace took a deep, calming breath, fighting hard to work through the cacophony that was building in her mind now that her crutch of blaring music was gone. She wouldn’t have had long before she was overwhelmed. "I need to pick up a package, please. It was due here yesterday but got delayed because of the storm." "Name?" "Um, Ramos," she replied and attempted a smile. Whatever she was doing, she didn't know why she was doing it, but she couldn't deny how right it was...

I heard Grace sigh sadly, "I wish I had a man like Frank. I am already twenty-three years old, yet I haven't found my mate yet." Grace had become quite the talkative, and her energy was already burning me out, but when she said those words about not having found her mate, I felt sorry for her. The pain that accompanied her voice was unmistakable. I could only wonder how it would feel to be a late bloomer.

Though I was making that promise at sixty, I felt it wasn't too late. It can never be too late. Better late than never, righty? **** A/N : Yes! So what do you think, guys?