Fierce Grace Movie Novels & Stories

No sooner had we left the theatre than I was attacked from behind by Grace. She called me an orphaned whore, who stole her man. Bitch please, he was sixteen and nowhere near a man. She grabbed my hair. We were both screaming and shouting as she flung me round like a rag doll. Her cronies hit me a few times. Then something inside of me snapped.

"He’s the most feared Alpha in history, Grace. What do you think he’s going to do to the woman who tried to kill his Luna?" Grace’s breathing quickened, and her hand went to her chest. "You... you can’t let him do that," she gasped, her face pale. I leaned in closer. "Why not? You’ve never cared about me. Why should I care about what happens to Sofia?" I watched as Grace’s breathing grew more erratic, her eyes widening with panic. "No..." she whispered, clutching her chest. "No, you can’t..." And then, it happened. Her face twisted in pain, her hand clutching her heart as she gasped for air. She fell from her chair, her body convulsing on the floor.

What if the violence I was capable of frightened her? But when our eyes met, she did not look afraid. She looked surprised, and then her lips curled into a small, proud smile. I raised an eyebrow slightly, almost amused despite the tension in the air. Just what exactly had this woman done to Grace to earn that kind of reaction? Grace was not ruthless. She was patient, forgiving, and far kinder than most people deserved. For her to look at someone with that level of cold approval meant the line had been crossed beyond repair.

Cerric grumbles impatiently," we have to get going." My pulse increases and my temperature rises like I have a fever, I begin to feel dizzy and my knees buckle. Ciroc sinks to one knee and I feel the flutter of butterflies in my stomach. He raises his soulful sees to me and I get lost in a world where only me and him exists. No one, not even Cerric and his arrogant stallion matters to me. "Would you give me the honour of being my wife, Mavli?" He declares his intention to God above and the creatures on the Earth.

the perfect camouflage. Grace would never forgive her beloved daughter's actions. She was one hundred percent sure that Fania's brain was being washed and influenced by this man named Sean. “How are you... Mrs. Mer-” “Don't call me that,” Grace snapped with a hateful look. She sat down a good distance away from Sean's position. What Grace had just said made Sean smile slightly. Trying to understand whatever Grace said with a full heart; Sean's patience was truly as wide as the ocean. “How are you, Mrs. Grace. I hope the invitation you gave me wasn't to ask me to leave your daughter.”

She ordered me around like she used to, as if I were still her obedient husband from the countryside. Right then, any last bit of hope I had for her crumbled to dust. I remembered the day I first saw her, standing under the big locust tree at the village entrance. She was in a white dress, holding a book, as serene as a painting. The single guys in the village said she was too proud and tough to approach. However, I was enchanted, convinced she was the one I, Max Ferguson, was meant to marry.

That's insufficient as somehow, Damon overpowers Zach and starts reigning blows on him but Zach is relentless! As I'm about to intervene, Zach elbows him hard, then flicks him over and pins him into a chokehold. He starts losing consciousness a few seconds later and I panic. "Zach stop! You're killing him!" I plea but it falls on deaf ears. Zach has a murderous expression on his face, even as Damon struggles against him. "He deserves to die!" My chest starts to feel constricted, my breathing slowly becomes shallow and I collapse on the floor. Zach releases Damon and rushes to me. "Yana, baby! Breathe slowly." He pleads while caressing my face.

The room was getting hotter. "How can I stay away if he follows me?" Grace struggled to say as she pushed Roman off her. Roman fell on her back and Grace scurried to get up. "Khai wants someone who will satisfy him, you're too shy to let him touch you. He is even coming to me for satisfaction," Grace spat, only inches from her. I stood there watching the two fight over me, which was immorally satisfying. "Clearly, you're a whore." "Yeah, bitch," Grace spat.

She lowered her head, her hands intertwined. Grace climbed down from Shane's lap and approached the woman with a warm smile. "Raise your head, I can't see your face." Grace motioned for the woman to look up by touching her chin. "Excuse me, ma'am," the woman apologized in a weak, trembling voice. "You don't need to apologize, because you did nothing wrong. Don't call me ma'am, my name is Grace," Grace said very kindly. "I don't know anything. If my husband did something wrong, please forgive me," the woman said with tears in her eyes. She looked at Grace with a hopeful gaze. There was immense fear reflected in her eyes. There was also pain, which Grace could detect in her expression.

"That's the woman my father chose for me and forced me into an engagement with." "But... Nikolai, she's so nice. I shouldn't do this to her, you shouldn't be here right now. You should be with her." "She is not all nice, don't be fooled, Angel. Grace can be very vicious, it's all a facade. She grew up in a mafia, she knows how to manipulate." "But she truly likes you, Nikolai."