Fallen For Grace Novels & Stories

When you love someone for their tender heart, love becomes a 'Forever' word for everyone. I fell for his heart more than his appearance. Alex has a heart of gold. There is another incident that made me fall for him harder. I remembered that incident still fresh in my mind, no one knows about it besides me. Maybe this was the moment, I fell in love with Alex. It happened a couple of years ago.

I smile as I gaze at my ring, holding my hand up so it catches the light. "You like it?" I shake my head. "I love it. It's perfect." "Thank you for saying yes." "There was never any other answer for me. I started falling for you the night you fed me dessert." "So that's all it took, huh? Buttering you up with sweets?" "Pssh. Obviously. That and your sexy body." "I see. If I let myself go from all the desserts then you'll leave me?" "Of course." "Guess I'll just have to keep reminding you why you fell for me in the first place, then."

Especially after that banquet, someone leaked the news that I was the one responsible for everything that’s been going wrong with the pack. Grace, too, once my most trusted ally, was a hollow shell of who she had been. Her voice trembled when she spoke, her words unsure, her presence fading by the day. Whatever influence she once had over Dominic, it was long gone. Whatever power she once had was gone. Not even the packhouse maids respect her the way they all used to, just like mine. And for once I thought, I could use that to my advantage, but Grace is retreating, she wants to get better for her damn grandkids. Those little bastar*ds that I should have killed when they were in her womb.

Hazel was startled and instinctively tried to grab onto something to maintain her balance. In fact, she did manage to grab onto something – the person next to her. She didn't fall down in the end. "Sorry," she said, letting go of the person. "It's okay." Just as she regained her balance, someone suddenly pushed her from behind, causing her to fall towards the champagne tower again. This time, the force was even stronger and she didn't even have time to react. She couldn't help but let out a small cry of fear.

"I won't leave you!" Grace stepped past Christian, her cane clicking on the ground. She knelt down her hand reaching for Leo. "It's over Sierra " she whispered, her eyes cold. "You fought well my daughter.. It's time to finish this." Her fingers touched Leos blanket. My heart broke into a million pieces. The world went dark and silent. Click. A loud mechanical sound came from the roof of the hangar, behind Grace. BOOOOOOM! The roof. A big black truck fell through its engines roaring, blowing the men away!

Ryder kissed her softly, stroking her hair as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Grace looked up at the cross above them, a strange mix of peace and guilt washing over her. “I’m going to hell for this,” she whispered. Ryder chuckled darkly, kissing her neck. “Then I’ll see you there, baby. Worth every second.” He stayed inside her for a long time, eventually he pulled out gently, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from her swollen pussy onto the sacred altar. Grace sat up, pulling him into a deep kiss. “This can’t be the last time.”

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."

I'm not the best. I closed my eyes and more tears fall down. My heart was aching so badly and also my head. I was feeling like it'll blast at any time. "Will she forgive me? I must apologize." I wipe my tears harshly with the back of my palm. There's one thing, I don't want to lose her. I want her in my life. What I'm even saying? Am I falling for her? I'm not sure about my feeling. I need to find out.

"Today, if you don't die, then there's no justice in the world." "Fallen Grace… I should have thought of that sooner," Andrew muttered. Fallen Grace was a toxin made specifically to target high-level martial artists. It had no taste or color and caused no immediate symptoms. It was so potent that even the strongest could be dragged from the heavens, which was exactly how it earned its name. This deadly poison was only effective against high-level martial artists. Ordinary martial artists, even martial kings, would not be greatly affected. If a normal person consumed it, nothing would happen at all.

I raised the golf club and viciously swung it at her favourite crystal ornament. At that same moment, my stomach had a sudden, bad cramp. I blacked out from the pain and lost my footing. Whitney called out my name in a panic, "Harvey!" That was the last sound I heard before I fell unconscious. … When I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. Whitney was sitting beside my bed, holding a medical report. There was a swirl of mixed emotions in her expression. The anxiety in her eyes dissolved when she noticed I was awake.