Fallen For Grace Novels & Stories

xoxo Yours forever Emma The letter just fell from my hands with a shower of tears from my eyes, and I fell to the ground in despair and confusion. I did not know that she will not show up. Emma was everything to me, my soulmate, my best friend, and the image I wanted to see every day I woke up. I looked at the picture frame of the two of us, and I looked at her beautiful blue eyes, dark brown curly tresses over her shoulders, and her wheatish complexion. She was everything I dreamed her to be. She was always fond of using dresses with flowers during summer, and sweatshirts during winter. When it was time for her to dress up for a special occasion, she was the person to stand out in the whole

Thank God for Summer; she phoned the hospital and told them to prepare for me before she asked Noah to ease up on the accelerator before we crashed, then she requested that Nathan loosen his grasp. “Won't be long now, Quinn. Get ready to become a Mummy.”

He snickered. Layla went to pick up the fallen cup but she didn’t expect that he would make something else fall. She picked those and put them aside carefully. If she doesn't do anything then she’ll have to deal with this farce more and more. Under those flashy lights of mobile phones, she walked to him who was still snickering, and grabbed him with force. It startled all of them. “Ah, ah, Wh-what are you doinggg?” he demanded. Never did they think that she would literally grab someone like this in public.

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

But my stupid pride and insecurity held me back from apologizing for the damage. It went downhill from there. “Juliet?” Grace called, snapping me back to the presence. “Sorry… um… I fell. I fell and hit something”. I had always been a terrible liar. “That's what they all say”, Grace said quietly, looking at me with an expression I didn't like. I was dying to know what was going through Grace's mind. Did she feel pity for me? Did she think I was pathetic to end up miserable after everything? I cleared my throat. “When did you arrive in Stanton?”

The one page containing Grace's final words. Had vanished.

He raised his arm, steadied his breath. And fired. The shot rang out like thunder. Marco's body jerked and collapsed with a cry. A splash of red bloomed against his lower back as he hit the cold, hard ground. But in that same second, before Keegan could process it, Grace began to sway. Her eyes fluttered closed, her body folding in on itself as her knees buckled, and she tipped back off the railing, off the bridge, falling like a feather through the rain. "Grace!" Keegan ran.

Like he hadn’t spent months placing the weight of his failures on her shoulders. Capri shifted slightly beside me. But wisely… said nothing. Rachael kept walking slowly down the aisle. Graceful. Controlled. Perfect. Exactly what everyone expected a bride to be. People smiled at her emotionally as she passed. Whispers floated softly around the room. “She’s stunning.” “They look perfect together.” “What a beautiful couple.” I almost laughed at that last one. Not because it was funny. Because none of them knew her. None of them saw the way her smile barely reached her eyes.

I lower the phone slowly, my fingers tightening around it as I turn back toward Rhys, who has now stepped out of the line and positioned himself at the back so we don’t hold anyone up. He straightens when I approach, his expression searching. “So?” I stop in front of him, the words catching in my throat before I force them out. “Grace fell,” I say, my voice unsteady despite my effort to control it. “Her hand might be broken.” I swallow, the next part harder to say. “I’m so sorry, Rhys, but I don’t think I can…” “I figured.” He cuts in gently, and I catch a flicker of disappointment in his expression. It’s subtle, but it’s there, though he doesn’t let it linger.