Fallen From Grace Book Novels & Stories

Flashing cameras at them not concerned about the lack of decency in the slightest. And the middle of it all was her now ex-boyfriend. He clapped cheerfully as if he was in an auditorium, a slight smirk on his lips. “Fallen mistress of the Valdes family had now resorted to sleeping with men for leisure With more flashlights, Grace had to cover her face and her eyes. Her heart was thumping, embarassment cloaking her. She wanted to land an accusatory gaze on Victor, willing him to say something and tell this person to leave and that all this was just a misunderstanding but she couldn't as shame clouded her.

Jessa’s hands were unsteady as she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Clarissa’s pale face, her fingers trembling with the weight of grief and desperation. Clarissa, who had once been a beacon of life and joy, was now still—her eyes closed, her smile gone, her vibrant spirit snuffed out by an unfathomable tragedy. The cruel hand of fate had stolen away someone so precious, someone who had fought for love and freedom, someone who had stood up against an evil that sought to crush them all. Jessa couldn’t understand how it was possible. The pain was too raw, too real, and it seemed like it would consume her if she allowed it. The world had become a darker place without Clari

“Yuna, I’m deeply disappointed in you.” Grace took the opportunity to pile on, her eyes flashing with disdain as she hissed, “I’ve told you before, this girlfriend of yours is no good. She’s not even married into our family yet, and she’s already draining your finances. If you were to marry her, the Hart family would go bankrupt in no time!” Yes, Grace had disliked me from the start. On my first visit to their home, I hadn’t scrambled to wash the dishes or gone out of my way to please her, which had sealed her opinion of me.

I made my mind that had to ignore him to gain the best in this ball or whatever it was. I was talking to Felix Moretti, who was a clear imbecile who was trying to get in my pants. Not happening honey. But he did offer to dance with me when the ball music had started. It was one of the highlights of the evening; when we went and danced with each other swapping partners constantly. I started to dance with Moretti and then the next partner was Silason. He leaned into my ear 'You haven't seen Seraphina, have you?' 'You have a little crush on her but you will never make a move. That's a pussy move.'

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.

It felt eternal. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the campus. They walked hand in hand, hearts lighter, spirits soaring. Their journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been theirs. Every kiss, every tear, every heartbreak had led to this: a love built on trust, forgiveness, and the courage to begin again. And as they reached the corner where it had all started, Nora whispered, “I never imagined falling could feel like this.” Jaden smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I can’t imagine anything else.”

The compelling would be so strong, its not easy to resist' the text read. Kyra closed the book shut when she started to feel uneasy. She stood up so fast that the chair she was sitting on toppled over. She stumbled over one of the legs of the chair and fell back wards. Her arms flailing while she tried to stop the fall. She tried to grab the shelf, but accidentally grabbed a book that was placed in the corner at the middle row of that shelf. She saw the book moving out of the row, but got stuck. Her hand slipped and she couldn't stop her fall. She was expecting to fall on the floor, she did, but into the hole which was opened in the floor out of the blue.

Those sharp eyes that had been warm in Singapore and were something else now. Something that had no name in Elena's vocabulary because she had never seen it on Grace's face before. Naked. They were simply naked. All of it visible. The thirty years. The Eleanor-shaped wound. The investigation built on a framework of compromise that had cost a man his life. All of it sitting on the surface of Grace Okafor's face in a Brooklyn bookshop at six in the morning with no management left to apply to any of it.

The only thing I could think of was to hug him, and I don’t know if he appreciated it or not. Then the sound of the book falling to the ground made me startle, snapping me back into reality. Even Grace was startled. Neither one of us was expecting the book falling to make such a loud sound. “I’m so sorry.” I quickly bent down to pick it up. “Don’t worry. It happens, you’re still learning to balance and keep your posture.” Tears started to fill my eyes, and Grace noticed. “Hey. Hey. Don’t cry. Everything is fine.” “Can… Can we please stop… Just for today?”

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.