Days Grace Never Too Late Novels & Stories

Normally the old man would never neglect herself even when he was busy. "Where did this old man go!" Grace said, her hand typing a message to Mr.Charmond. She really needs help getting to the restaurant. Grace had high hopes for the message being replied to promptly, but it turned out to be empty! She felt so frustrated that she threw her cell phone everywhere. "OH, GOD! this is my chance to humiliate Mr. Emeron. But why should You now take the lives of people in front of you!" She had no choice but to wait for the car to start moving in order, her eyes tried to find a gap to get out of the long traffic jam, but couldn't find a way to make her car move.

"Fai un lavoro pulito. Uccidilo e non lasciare tracce." (Do a clean job. Kill him and leave no traces.) And with that he walked away. **** Grace has gone home earlier to have a change of clothes and eat something. Draya and her friend were at the hospital. The old lady was still depressed at her daughters condition. Avatia was still in her comatose state and the doctors were still hoping for a miracle. It'd been two weeks and her heart was clouded. She only hoped her daughter would wake up before the new year which was next week. For the first time in 21 years, she spent Christmas without hearing her daughters voice. She hoped the new year won't be the same.

I leave the house as quickly as possible, and on cue, Grace arrives at the same time. She changed the color of her Lambo again. Last time I was in here, which had been last week, it was purple and now it was pink. She had also worn a pink outfit today. Everything pink. "Your dye is fading." Those as her first words to me as 'IDGAF' by Dua Lips blast through the radio. I touch my hair consciously, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Yeah! I didn't have time to dye it this week but I'm going to when I'm back. " She glances at me with a smile, and it brightens my day. Getting a smile from Grace Walters was something I looked forward to.

"Mr Black will probably kill me if I showed up late to work. I have to go, remember to take your meds and don't do anything stressful, okay?" "Anyone watching would think you're mum," Penny laughed. "I'll see you later, I love you," Grace said picking her bag which she left on the dining table. "I love you too, all the best with your handsome boss," Penny laughed. "Why did I mention the fact that he is handsome," Grace muttered before leaving the house. She took a taxi and for the first time ever, she wasn't bothered at the cost of using a taxi to go to work. She only did that whenever she was late and now with a new position and better salary, it was easy to ignore the cost.

When she spoke, her voice was softer than it had been all evening. "Then I would say it's too late. The girl who would have given anything to hear those words is gone. And the woman who stands here now doesn't need your validation." She moved toward the balcony doors, then paused with her hand on the handle. "Congratulations again on your ranking, Alpha Storm. I'm sure the Storm pack is very proud." "Grace, wait—" "Goodbye, Jace." The door closed behind her with finality, leaving me alone on the balcony with the mountain wind and the bitter taste of everything I'd lost.

But unfortunately, I was late. "Well, well, late again, are we?" Melody asked as she saw me. Everyone turned around to look at me. If you noticed, she said late again. Turns out I'm a perpetual late comer. And guess what? I don't give a fuck or a shit. I'll be as late as I want. But sadly, my pride failed me this time as my cheeks turned red. Red as though I'd been slapped hard. Well I'd already looked like a pomegranate so why not just say something as bad? I was so going to hate this. Okay, here goes.

Sitting on that cold floor as we spoke to the moon; That was a memory that I know I'll cherish for life. "Dear moon, I had fun today." I whispered, my head leaning against the wall as I failed in hiding the small smile that graced my lips. "I'll cherish this little peace I've found today, because I know tomorrow is going to hurt... So, please be here again tomorrow." He didn't hurt me physically today, but I already know that Malachi had his different versions of revenge. I'm most likely going to wake up to a new rumour added to my name tomorrow, and all my hard work of winning people over will be proven to have been useless.

The hospital room seemed to radiate with warmth and coziness, but my son and I felt like our hearts were colder than a winter day. Cyrus had lost too much blood and was barely standing. I could not afford to waste any more time on a scumbag. Today might have ended in my loss, Chelsea, but the days ahead were long. By then, we would see who had the last laugh.

Old neighbors, childhood friends, and even the staff at the Lennox estate contributed touching words of appreciation. But the most emotional part? A special tribute from Grace’s late grandmother, whom she had loved dearly. Adrian had managed to recover an old voice recording of her. "My sweet Grace, no matter where life takes you, always remember—you are destined for greatness. And when you finally find your place in the world, I hope you shine as brightly as you were meant to." Hearing her grandmother's voice again would be the moment Grace would never forget. When the night finally arrived, Grace looked breathtaking in an elegant royal blue gown, symbolizing her new beginning. As she and A

Nelson smirked faintly, rising to retrieve the document from the table. Grace followed, pulling a pen from her bag. Without hesitation, she signed her name on the dotted line. When it was done, she set the pen down, her fingers trembling just slightly. “Welcome to the Divine family, Mrs. Valdez,” Nelson said, his voice laced with finality. For the first time in days, Grace felt the weight of her decisions settle squarely on her shoulders. Three years. How long could that really be?