Falling From Grace Novel 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.

“You’re a brave woman, Emilia. Wearing couture on a nurse’s salary. Must be a side hustle I don’t know about.” “Helping people,” Emilia said sweetly. “You should try it sometime. Builds character.” Grace’s jaw tensed. “I don’t need charity to build a legacy.” “No, just Daddy’s money and a wedding nobody believes in.” Gasps fluttered from the nearby shoppers. Grace stepped forward, too close now. “You think Max is going to come crawling back because you cried on a sidewalk and flirted with poverty? You’re a footnote in his downfall. And he’s better off.”

“You were a good man, baby. And God will appreciate that. He’ll forgive you for anything wrong that you’ve done, and you’ll be in a better place right now. You’re better off in heaven than living in this cruel, fucked-up world. You were a hard-working man, so charming, so sweet, so charismatic. You were gorgeous, with your tanned skin, your black hair, your rugged beard, your chiselled, defined body. And it’s not your fault that you were killed by thugs, by scum that don’t deserve to be here. I miss you. I miss you so much. I miss your laugh, all the conversations we had. I miss everything. “But I know that it’s time for me to move on. I can’t dwell on the past forever. It’s been years now.

I walk back to my equipment feeling lighter than I have in months. The next morning I wake up to the coffee outside my door. But this time there's a note too. Small piece of paper. His messy handwriting. **Proof that people can change. One coffee at a time. - L** I stand in the doorway holding the note. One coffee at a time. My phone buzzes. Text from an unknown number. My good mood evaporates instantly. I open it. It's from Jessica. **I heard about Nashville. The fan. Very convenient.**

I let the murmurs, the mockery, the laughter bleed past me, clinging to the hope that if I stood still enough, strong enough, the Alpha would grant me a single glance—just one look to ease the ache clawing at my chest. But when his eyes finally shifted, they did not find me. He turned away, as if I had never existed. Hydra naturally followed, not even bothering to hide the triumph in her smiles as her hand never leaving his. Watching as they disappeared from my view—I understood. I was the Luna no one wanted.

Jasmine started to fade before she could continue. Gabriel waited in front of the throne on his knee bowing to the Almighty as he felt ashamed. Yet another soul was regained and the earth now was out of balance and corrupted by one person. One measly woman. His fists clenched and he contained the anger from his lips as he spoke. He had never been so humiliated. “No need to feel humiliated, my child. There are certain things in this world that you do not understand.” The Almighty replied, in a blanket of warmth surrounding Gabriel, not at all upset as he thought The Almighty should be.

Before I reprimand her from her behaviour and tell her that she is being rude Gideon started to talk with his arctic voice. "Miss Scarlet is it?" Scarlet nodded. "I don't think you understood your place in this situation. I understood that you are her friend but now you are not acting like one. You keep insinuating that Ella is Lying about our relationship. You repeatedly accuse her of deceiving me into this relationship and she has no capable of attracting a man like me. A person like you is one of the reason why this society is getting worse. Your are caged by your ideals and doesn't accept

Grace's words carried pleading and accusation, her emotions raw and palpable. Tears welled up in Grace's eyes, her voice cracking with emotion as she continued, "Is it a crime to desire a man? Since this drama of yours began, my daughter has remained faithful to you, waiting for you. Instead, you treat her like a fool. I can't believe this betrayal." Her words hung heavy in the air, echoing through the tense silence that enveloped the room. As Grace wept, I couldn't help but mutter to myself, "Such crocodile tears."

she sobbed. "It's right for you to hate me. Someone like me might as well be dead." Her entire body trembled and began to fall toward us as she continued crying, but both Ethan and I instinctively stepped aside, letting Grace fall awkwardly to the ground. Grace was the cherished darling of the Lane family. When she fell and scraped herself slightly, it was as if their hearts were broken. Jake, being the most impulsive, rushed up to me and raised his hand to slap me.

“Grace went to the salon, was cleverly lured into illegal gambling, got saddled with debt, and sold her body to repay that debt. If all of that came to light, she wouldn’t be able to live normally anymore.” Lucas nodded too. “And if the person who lured her in is reigning over Salon de Orchid as its ‘queen,’ then even if it’s twisted, it makes sense that Grace would develop something close to worship.” Worship. When Lucas put it that way, I understood. When I read Grace’s diary, the way she spoke about Sophie and treated her had been almost worshipful. Normally, someone would feel the same contempt Lucas was showing right now. “Well, what do we do?”