Fallen For Grace Novels & Stories

I felt like a total slave to him and it turns me on more and more. "Ahhh..." Grace moaned and cummed again, she was feeling so go and beyond explanation. Her eyes were constantly rolling backward from pleasure, her mouth wide open in a sensual way, her pretty face was a breathtaking sight to look at and the guy was looking at her so loving and doting. The love in his eyes was palpable and at that moment I knew I had lost. I have lost totally to Grace I couldn't hide it anymore. Previously I could hide it and still have hope to at least beat him in one thing but now I have realized one thing. Unlike me and Mara, Grace doesn't fight for anything or anyone. When we are busy fighting for things

Her chest began to ache, and she just hoped to regain Evan's compassion. Evan paused briefly as he walked away. Unbeknownst to Grace, his heart ached as well. Emotions surged within him, and he felt the urge to express his anger. However, he didn't want to create a scene. Being with Grace reminded him of why their friendship had to end. As Evan walked away, Grace sank to her knees in the sand. She sobbed until her voice became inaudible. The comfort she had hoped to find in Evan’s presence only intensified her pain. Her disappointment in his attitude pierced her heart deeply.

I imagined them up there, hands pressing against their abdomens, their once-haughty faces now contorted into masks of terror and suffering. A louder crash made me turn my gaze toward the grand marble staircase. Grace appeared at the top, staggering. The phone—her most precious possession—fell from her hand and bounced down the steps. She tried to grab the railing, but her hands wouldn’t obey. Her eyes met mine for a second—they were wide, bloodshot, and filled with panic. She collapsed halfway down. Her body rolled down the stairs like a rag doll; every impact against the marble sounded like a verdict. She stopped beneath the staircase, motionless—a heap of silk and scattered strands of hair

"I’ll give it up." Grace stood frozen, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched him walk away. She turned to Dante, her voice trembling. "Why is all of this happening? Why is everything falling apart? One minute we were happy... and now it’s all gone." She choked back a sob, her chest tightening. "I just want to see my Ali again." Dante wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "We’ll find her, Grace. We’ll fix this. Just... hold on."

Something neither of them were ready for. Grace quickly stood up. “I should sleep.” Johnny nodded slowly. “Yeah.” Grace walked toward the bed. But before she turned off the light, she glanced back at him. And for the first time she allowed herself to admit the truth silently. She was falling for him.

A spark ignited within her in that fleeting moment. Harper considers her red face to be a reaction to her panic. He took out his phone, whose screen was broken to call someone. Daisy sat on the floor and dazedly looked at Harper who was ordering someone. After a few seconds, the lift started, As soon as the lift stopped at the ground floor Harper got out of the lift, he did not even spare a glance at her. Daisy also exited from the lift “Crackhead” She murmured in her mouth; she waited for his words of consolation, hoping for reassurance and comfort. His touch on her back had hinted at a caring presence, and she longed to hear his soothing words, but as soon as the lift opened, he walked out

He murmured softly against her hair. “It’s very understandable and relatable that you would miss her, I understand that, But seriously you have to be strong honey!” “I’m trying to!” She replied, slowly wrapping her hands around him and holding him tightly closer to herself. Franco gently took the picture from her, he turned it to the back and ran his hands through the name behind it, “Fiona Thatcher, 1998” “I miss her too,” he whispered, as he stared keenly at the picture, his firm resolve to not be emotional began to wear off also.

Chapter 94: A Rival’s Return The tranquility Ethan Cole and Olivia Hart had built over the past few weeks was about to be tested as a ghost from Ethan’s past resurfaced. Ethan sat in his office at Cole Enterprises, his sharp gaze fixed on the financial reports Jake had handed him. Just as he was about to speak, Jake’s phone buzzed. His assistant’s face paled as he read the message. “Sir,” Jake began cautiously, “Nicholas Gray is back in town.”

A C E I was busy fucking the life out a girl when the girl was ripped off me and thrown carelessly on the ground. I already knew who did it. Mason. "The fuck, Mason?" I abruptly got up from the bed, sliding on my pants and my shirt. The girl on the ground was groaning in pain as she spoke, "Ace, carry me to the bed please? I think I've strained my ankle." "Leave," I said to the girl whose name I didn't even know before looking at Mason, "What are you doing here?"

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.