Fallen From Grace Book Novels & Stories

GRACE! BOOK 1 Intro; In the suffocating stillness of a Southern church town located in Ashwick Georgia, Grace the pastor’s daughter has spent her entire life being watched, measured, and molded into holiness and the graceful figure she should grow into. Golden-haired Grace who’s never been prideful, sinful, She dresses modestly because she had been taught that a woman’s body is a temptation and temptation is a weapon. Her principled life has always been one she had been born into, But inside her?

he sniffed. "A man like me lost against his girl. lost against his emotinal strength. lost against his love－lost against his love, proved himself worthless and untrustworthy to his girl－prove himself weak against his girl." Grace looked down and let her sobs of relief come out of her throat. Her heart feels light, the shame and humiliation she felt that made an permanant place in her soul－suddenly lift up and lose her body. She feels light and lost that heaviness she has from years ago. She's free, free from the build up emotions and humiliation. Her body and heart are free from the tension.

Then, her pair of brown eyes spotted a magnificent staircase in the middle of the grand entrance. 'Let's see what the second floor has,' She thought. Then Grace stepped on the wooden stairs slowly, just to hear the creaking sound. However, she paid no attention to it; She didn't care. All she wanted was to reach the second floor, and according to her, the stairs should be strong enough to support her light body. Grace continued to step into the middle of the stairs. Until ... CRACK! BANG! The last thing Grace remembered was that she fell down the stairs, and everything went dark.

“But it seems… unavoidable.” For a moment, silence sat between them—dense, unsaid years settling like dust over old wounds. Then the older man looked directly at him. Really looked. “You became better because you fell.” Brandon’s breath hitched. “That’s not fair,” he said quietly. “You pushed me.” “Yes.” Mr. Hughes didn’t flinch. “And life pushed harder. But you—” He paused, chest rising unevenly. “You learned. I didn’t.” Brandon’s jaw clenched. He stepped closer. “It wasn’t falling that made me better. It was who I found when I hit the ground.”

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.

One second of letting it land. Then he stepped backward off the Precipice. The fall wasn't what he expected. He'd imagined it would feel like failure, like punishment, like the cold certainty of a door slamming shut behind him. Instead it felt like exhaling for the first time after holding his breath for ten thousand years. His lungs expanded. His whole body expanded. The rigid, perfect, unbearable structure of Heaven fell away above him like a shell he'd finally cracked open, and underneath it he was soft and new and terrifyingly alive.

This didn't go unnoticed by Roy and his lips thinned, fingers pausing from turning over the pages—to see Monroe smirking slyly. Roy avoided the deliberate probe from Monroe, sneakily shifting his chair closer to Jeremy, so that their arms brushed each other—whenever they moved. Jeremy, unaware of Roy's doing, decided to take out his own book for studying. A book with black cover, fairly thick and very warmly coloured illustration of a man in ancient greek clothes, adorned the front. Translated by Mary M. Innes, Ovid's Metamorphosis, it said. Monroe took a glance at the book, Jeremy put on the table and curiously propped up from her seat, to read the title.

I have midnight black hair, and the tips of my hair are silver. When I was 17 my hair slowly started to change the tips from black to silver. I thought it was cool. I told Alpha Jax and the rest of them; they did as much research as possible to see why and they never produced anything. I walked down the hall to the dinner room where everyone eats. I’m so deep in thought that someone bumps into me. “Sorry about that I wasn’t looking where I was going” the next thing I know. I’m slapped across the face and all my training kicks in and grab their hand and bring it around to behind the guys and bring him to his knees and growl “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!!” “JAZ!!” I look u

The headlines painted a vivid picture of GRACE's downfall, a stark contrast to its once towering presence in the business world. *GRACE Corporation in Freefall: Major Investors Abandon Ship!* *GRACE in Crisis: Investors Abandon Ship, Future Uncertain.* *After Adams Corps, now GRACE faces a major setback and is bigger than the former.* Viaan leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he contemplated the news. The fall of his rival's company should have brought satisfaction, a sense of victory, but it didn't. Instead, it triggered a chain of thoughts that ran deep within Viaan's introspective mind.

“I know the power of his sweet words and tender lies. I know how easy it is to fall, so utterly, so helplessly, to those promises never kept, the temptation of those dreams he somehow knows you dream. “I know how impossible it is to fight the desire of his broad shoulders and the feel of his soft skin. His lips brushing your neck, your cheek. I know how unwinnable that war is when the mere sight of him grabs you by the heart and squeezes the breath right out of you.” A pause as, still kneeling, he moved behind her. “And I know the fall from grace that follows once you surrender, relent, once he invades you, once he takes you, and makes you his and his alone.”