Falling From Grace Novel Novels & Stories

“Grace believes too. That’s what makes her dangerous and exploitable. Belief blinds you to the angles of the board. Grace will walk straight into the fire if she hears her child’s cry.” At that, Catherine flinched just slightly but Vivienne saw it. “You’re… really going to use Nova like that?” Catherine asked quietly. “She’s just a baby.” “Just a baby,” Vivienne repeated, the words cold, clinical. “And the strongest chain I could place around Grace’s neck. The girl will come crawling on her knees the moment she hears that child whimper. Noah will follow, because he thinks he’s her savior and then…” She tapped her pen against the notebook, a sharp staccato. “Checkmate.”

However, before she could stand steadily, she was pulled back by Grace. "Cecelia, running away can't solve the problem. Who are we? Are you still embarrassed with me?" Grace looked like she didn't want to hide her illness. "Let me ask you, you have never done that. Have you ever had a plot that often appeared in novels?" "... Grace, I just found out that you are so good!" It was just a few words, but she kept on biting her lip. Cecelia that in the future, in front of her, she could not be more stupid than her.

Grace chuckled softly and I just eyed her quizzically as I digested all she was telling me. "That can't be true Grace. She's like a church mouse," I countered. Grace shook her head and suggested that I take a peek into her room she was using at my penthouse. I crossed my arms and chewed on my bottom lip. "Did she tell you how she became a fallen angel," I asked curiously and Grace nodded telling me she had been caught pegging one of the archangels and banished that day and sent to Lucifer. I asked if she said which archangel and she shook her head. I leaned back against the elevator wall and grinned as my dirty mind concocted scenarios that I hoped would occur. Grace pffts at me and I open m

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.

“I needed space to figure out how to be angry with you without… without hating you.” Grace crossed her arms, her heart cracking. “Did you find the answer?” He smiled bitterly. “No. I found more questions.” Silence pulsed between them. Then Nathaniel stepped closer, his voice raw. “I didn’t fall in love with the daughter of a billionaire crime lord. I fell in love with you, the brilliant, messy, complicated Grace who never stopped fighting for what she believed in.” “I’m still her,” she whispered. “But now you’re being offered the throne of hell,” he said. “And I don’t know if you’ll take it or burn it.”

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.

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.

The woman that I met first was strong, she knew to fight for herself. The woman that I knew after marriage loved me, believed in me, cherished me, healed me. And the woman that I was looking at now, was lifeless, defeated, hurt. And I had turned her into this. I ruined her. She was perfect, it was me who was insecure, it was me who didn't trust her, I let my past rule me, and in the end I killed the woman I fell for, now in front of me was the girl who was scared, who couldn't believe anyone, who was fighting for life.

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.

Because I won't forgive and forget, not until his blood is spilled. --Malachi POV-- It's over. I put everything on the line, gave everything I had, and went as far as to ignore my own conscience, but it was all for naught. I've lost everything, and she made it look so easy. How did she do it? So easily, she managed to take everything from me. It's truly all over now.