Fallen For Grace Novels & Stories

"That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife." Grace’s eyes widened in horror, a ghost? Her husband’s dead ex-lover was inside her body? Her fingers moved faster on her clit. Two fingers from her other hand pushed back inside her pussy. The wet sounds started again, she watched in the mirror as her own body fucked itself. Her hips rocked forward, chasing the pleasure. “You’re sick,” Grace gasped, even as her legs started shaking. "Maybe" Sabine said with a laugh. "But you’re soaking wet again. Your pussy loves this."

He lunged forward, his staff striking the base of the balcony, causing the entire structure to groan and tilt. Grace stepped toward Alistair Vane. The billionaires in the golden masks scrambled for the exits, their treaties forgotten. The "Grand Harvest" was turning into a Liquidation. "You want to buy me?" Grace asked, her voice echoing through the atrium. "You want to own the silence?" She reached out and touched the crystal shards on the floor. The glass didn't move; it shattered into dust. "My Mama says love is messy," Grace said, looking at Panni. "And I think... I want to be messy too."

He followed the footprints to get to Eren. “You won't be able to run away from me Eren! You know what my special ability is right?!” shouted Jacob trying to intimidate Eren. With his special powers, Jacob tries to chase after Eren. He ran very fast and almost caught up with Eren who was walking in the thick grass. "Got you, Eren!" said Jacob as he continued to run fast. When he got very close to Eren, suddenly... "Brakkk!" Jacob fell so hard he rolled over. The gun he was carrying fell somewhere.

the general purred, "and in that, I can help, after all... he is my friend." Hera smiled, and when her body collided with the wall, the general's fingers entered her, his mouth descending as her clothes fell to the ground. Her delicate, pale, sculpted body was exposed. General Kirill's eyes devoured every inch of her, and Hera's face blushed for the first time. His fingers moved inside her, warming as she writhed. Her body arched, her eyes fixed on his, and when Kirill entered her, when he made her moan, her body and soul surrendered to the man who told her he would give her what she desired.

He would never even treat Diana like that even though she was the kind of woman that deserved Jack kind of men. A tear trickled down Grace’s cheek, and she nodded weakly. “Thank you, Noah. I just… I never expected this from him.” She said, even though she should have expected even worse from him. Grace was the kind that saw the good in people and that was why it was easy for the ex to take advantage of her, of the fact that she had been alone most of her life. It was how he had been able to control her so far before she had left because she couldn’t take it any longer.

I'm a catholic, born and raised, that's what my Nana taught me. The church today was empty, the morning sunlight was filtering through the stained-glass windows in the church, making Jesus look like he was wearing a crown of fire. The incense was giving me a headache and the kneeler was destroying my knees and yet, here I was, Katherine Bishop, turning 24 years old today, a detective asking God for forgiveness. But I was so damn proud of myself. The moment I stood up from the kneeler and stepped outside the confession booth my phone rang and I frowned.

She was going to need it. She grabbed it and without a thoughtful or even listening mind, carelessly stepped out of the Carr almost making her fall. Dante stopped that from happening, quick, like a snap of a finger to use his body to break the fall. It was a stupid choice of saving for both of them because they both fell onto the ground. Grace's body letched and she flew. Even now that she was up, the feeling was still there. "I'm so--"

The corner of Austin's mouth hooked up into a cold smile, "Let her fend for herself. Someone like her is not worth helping." Grace's downfall was a very satisfying thing for many people in the business world. Grace had a very high profile, many people in the business world had suffered under her hand, and had also been set up by her. Especially those rich wives who liked to compete with her, they were the happiest people.

She slid down, painting the cracked paint red. The phone clattered to the floor. Luna’s scream ripped through the speaker. “GRACE! GRACE!” Grace pressed her hand to the hole in her chest. Blood poured through her fingers. Her whole body felt cold. Numb. But she could still see Damien standing over her. The gun still smoking. He pressed the end button. “You should’ve done what I asked,” he said. Grace coughed. Her vision blurred. “She’ll know…” “Know you’re gone?” He knelt, lifting her chin. “That won’t help her. It’ll only break her more. it's not yet time for that.”

Grace still managed a small smile before she turned around to look at Marcel's face. "Thank you, Marcel, give me your phone number, and I'll text you, I promise after this I won't call you again." Marcel gave his number to Grace without feeling suspicious after which Marcel first left Grace at the cafe without saying goodbye to Grace. "Grace what do you expect hmm ... Your love story is over so, take it all in." Grace closed her eyes as blood dripped from her nostrils and she realized it. She touched her nose and wiped the blood that kept flowing her vision was blurred, and her body fainted and fell on the marble floor of the cafe.