Days Grace Never Too Late Novels & Stories

Grace fell asleep within an hour, her head against the window. Ethan's phone buzzed. His father: Thank you. For everything. He stared at the message. Then typed back: Thank you for trying. He thought about the day. The awkwardness. The hope. The small moments of connection. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't fixed. But it was a start. He looked at Grace sleeping. At the daughter who had been braver than him. Everyone deserves a second chance. Maybe she was right.

Grace chuckled. “I can arrange some private shows, but we need to make a deal. You have to learn to be warmer, learn to thank and apologize. Every time you do a good job that day, I will put on a special show for you in the evening for 30 minutes. How? That applies today too." Grace winked which was immediately rewarded with a shout of approval and Evelyn's tug to collect her present tonight.

Passers-by who saw us threw us curious glances. I dragged Leonard away and snarled through gritted teeth, "We're divorced now. Stay away from us!" He kept following me, muttering under his breath, "Gillian is just four years old. Can you bear for her to be fatherless? I was possessed and believed my parents' words. They paid for their wrongs. Take it as our compensation for you. Please give me one more chance, won't you?"

“The future, the past, all of it. But right now… it’s just us.” They stayed there, in the quiet garden, letting the world move around them without concern. No threats, no dangers, no shadows. Just the slow, steady pulse of life they had fought so hard to reach. Grace leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body anchor her, and in that simple, ordinary morning, she realized something profound: happiness didn’t have to be grandiose or dramatic. It could be slow, gentle, patient. It could be found in the small, unremarkable moments shared with someone who understood you completely.

Nothing good ever happens to me. I take some deep breaths and I put my shoes on. I opened the door and the scent hits me again. I give a couple of steps and I stop in front of her door taking in her smell. I shake my head telling myself this can’t happen and I walk downstairs towards outside. There’s a big tent in the back garden of the house and I can hear people talking. The noise is defining. The pack was sent to only had the elders unmarked. I never got to mark Emily. A year appears on the corner of my eye and I shake all those thoughts away from my head as I walk inside the tent.

"Just one day? Hellooo! Have you forgotten what's happening today? We're watching Fable tonight. It's literally the biggest day of my life. Of all our lives. I wanted to slay tonight. And it's not like I'll be able to borrow eyeliner at your house when we're getting ready... there's no way your mom would lend me some, even if she had." Grace lives closest to Rose Quarter, tucked away in the heart of the city along the Willamette River, so the others are going to her house after school to get ready for the concert. It was a miracle really that Grace's parents agreed to it at all. They're ultra conservative – anti-makeup, anti-dating, anti-fun. They treat her like she's some sort of delinquent

After sacrificing eight years for the man she loved, Dr. Ariana is rewarded with betrayal. A chance encounter with Lucian Moretti, the city's most feared mafia king, changes everything. One reckless night binds their fates, but deadly enemies and a painful misunderstanding tear them apart. When destiny reunites them, one question remains: Was I too late?

The second thing he did was speak, in a broken voice, and apologize to me. "Mia... I'm... I'm sorry... for putting you through... that... Can I... can I have another chance...?" I cried, grabbed his hand, and said yes. Grayson used that one life-saving moment to make me his forever. So later, when his parents looked down on me and deliberately made things awkward for me, I didn't want to make things hard for him. I just kept letting it go. When he forgot our anniversary to go watch a meteor shower with Hazel on a mountaintop, I got upset for a little while, but he sweet-talked me, and I got over it.

"Thank you for saving my image last night. I heard you miscarried? Don't be too sad. Adrian said it doesn't really matter, since you're retiring anyway. The important thing now is to use this hot topic to drive traffic to my new album." Then she laughed softly. "Maybe I should give you half of my Grammy someday. After all, your performance last night was brilliant." I looked at her. Then I looked past her at Adrian, who was standing outside the door, chatting and laughing with the PR team as if he had just finished another routine day at work. With the last of my strength, I grabbed the glass of water beside me and threw it at Chloe. "Get out!"

Grace looked very sad now only the sadness she continued to feel for the 3 years and 9 months of separation. "I love you, Marcel Davidson," Grace said that in her heart. Because to say love now she was inappropriate. ****