Falling From Grace Novel Novels & Stories

James slashed into the whipper’s neck and shook, a demon with his first meal in months. Screams…silence…death… Just like that, Grace was freed from whatever had bound her. She straightened. Sharp lances of pain shot from her back, spiraling through the rest of her. She hardly noticed. Her gown sagged from her shoulders, momentarily exposing her breasts. Hurriedly she righted the material, holding it up.

Sweat slid from his temple. "The sad part," I said, looking into his eyes, "is that she waited, and you never came. You took Vivian Miller, the town councilman's daughter, to New York instead. You used my grandmother's scholarship documents, her life story, and her name. You became a Columbia professor. Vivian became the brilliant artist who escaped coal country." I lifted my hand and pointed at the woman beside him. "The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller."

Her pale fingers tightly squeezed a crumbled-up paper – a note that had her whole world crash and burn to the ground. Grace White, the girl who always had a smile on her face, always saw the good in people and was always so strong, finally broke. With her eyes closed, her ears sort out the giggling and the laughter of the two people who have made the last two years of her life, a living hell. In little Gracey’s heart, a spark was lit, and her mate’s and his wife-to-be’s happiness were the gasoline she needed.

She was going to need it. She grabbed it and without a thoughtful or even listening mind, carelessly stepped out of the Carr almost making her fall. Dante stopped that from happening, quick, like a snap of a finger to use his body to break the fall. It was a stupid choice of saving for both of them because they both fell onto the ground. Grace's body letched and she flew. Even now that she was up, the feeling was still there. "I'm so--"

On the contrary, Zaden smiled dangerously and said, "Shameless? I have something much more shameless to do!" Zaden was annoyed. She was already a 'fallen woman', who was she pretending to look innocent for? Or was it that she didn't think that he was worthy of her? Was he inferior to some random scoundrel? Zaden was appalled, scoundrel? Who was the scoundrel now, and what rights did he have to call that man a scoundrel? As soon as they entered the bedroom, Grace struggled aggressively as she no longer had to worry about attracting the attention of the others.

“Too breakable to survive in the world we live in.” He was right. Too right that it annoyed the hell out of me. I reached for the ball gown, grabbing a fist-full in my hands and stood up on my feet while trying not to give attention to the blood covering a part of the white ball gown. “It’s all about determination, isn’t it?” I walked past the dead Italian mob, pushing the need to gag down my throat, while inching towards my husband. “All it needs is courage, after all.” Vincenzo’s dark soulless eyes bore into mine, making my inside cuddle, but I had no intention of showing him how much of an effect he had on me.

Standing in the dressing room, my hands fidgeting, thinking on whether I should escape or not. I was about to get married to my crush that every girl dreamt of marrying but there was a huge problem. I am just a replacement for his ex-lover and I thought he loved me but nope I was wrong. I regret every second I spent with him. taking a handful of my long wedding dress, I ran towards the escape plan and setup. There was a cab waiting for me outside but a few blocks away. I ran and ran till I reached the cab, not looking back. time to change everything and make this one die.

Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

You turn, and I learned that the world comes falling down… Not a word, only hurt when my friends can't tell me now I feel loved when I see your face But all these scars, I can't replace Shook me high, hit me hard, and I don't know what you say-ay When you knock on my door And tell me you don't want to fight Oh, baby, I'm sure that I'm not gonna fall this time She parked her car and talked to the valet that probably grandma even hired at the publishing company for her. She smiled nicely at everyone and everyone would fall in love with that smile.

she states. I roll my eyes at that. "Oh, please! How can you", I size her up, "a girl, actually hurt me?" I question. She smiled coyly, "like this!" She knees me in the groin with force, and I swear to God, I see stars. "My baby making machine!" I whimper, holding my area in my hands, knees clutched together, as I slowly descend to the ground knee first. The key falls off in the process.