Get Out Alive Three Days Grace Lyrics Novels & Stories

“ see what that night caused us Adele, I’m sorry, I’m not supposed to blame you but if you had just come for me and not… “ please Grace don’t. I made a mistake, and I have paid with my emotions. I carried them for nine months only to sign never to see them again just to save their lives. I’m already dying in that” Adele said for Grace to look at her and sigh. She hugged Adele trying to calm her down.

Tears glimmered in Rachel's eyes as she smiled at Mom. "I know Cassidy would never donate to me again, and I understand. She already saved me once—I can't be greedy and ask her to save me a second time. I don't blame her for hiding from us. At least, after I'm gone, Cassidy will still be here to accompany Mom." Her words faltered as tears streamed down uncontrollably. Mom held her tightly, her voice firm yet full of promise. "Rachel, don't worry. As long as I'm here, you won't die. And as long as Cassidy is alive somewhere in this world, I'll dig through the earth to find her if I have to!"

"I'm not leaving her." "Good." He looked at Grace. "I know you hate the restrictions. Hate being protected instead of living your life. But Grace—three days. Give us three days of maximum security while we end this threat. After that—after we've eliminated the Preservation Front leadership—you can go back to your studio. Your classes. Normal life." "You're sure you can end it in three days?"

Grace smiled a little and moved her body like an awkward person. I tried to break the surrounding ice with a big smile. “You know, I did what I could for you. To see you alive again, I would give anything, including my life. Grace, I miss you so much. Welcome to this cruel world, my mate. I'm sorry I pulled your spirit from heaven.”

“Emma, we’ve been resting for a while. We’ve been dormant. It’s time for you to wake up. I need to rest a little while longer to be there when you’ll need me. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere but I won’t be here when you wake up. I need some time. Now, 1… 2… 3.. Wake up” Beep… beep… beep. My finger twitches. Claustrophobia sets in, I’m being choked, I’m gagging. Reaching for my mouth, there’s something in my mouth. I have no strength in my hand, I can’t take it out. My eyes won’t open, I’m choking. “Emma honey, it’s me… Grace. Sweetie, please relax. I’ll get this out, I just need you to relax”. I hear her talking to someone else then I go limp again.

I was too late. I should’ve been faster. I should’ve seen the handprint faster. We took too long, it’s all on me. Grace is dead because of me. “She’s breathing,” Jagger announces, and I fall on my knees next to Grace as I stroke her face, covered in bruises and tears, roll down my face. “Get the stretcher here, we need to get her to the hospital,” Jagger announces and I stay still, bending and kissing my girl softly on the lips. Her eyes flutter open for a split second and a small smile appears on her lips before she is engulfed by darkness again.

“I’m afraid.” Ethan blinked. “Of what?” “Of you.” Silence. Then Ethan exhaled, jaw flexing. “You think I’ve become a monster.” “No,” she said. “I think you’re becoming the boy I found that night. Lost, bleeding, too broken to move.” Ethan stiffened. “Don’t—” “I remember the horns,” Grace cut in. “Three years ago. I remember waking to the sound of death.” Ethan stared at the floor.

The line went dead. “What?” Grace muttered, staring at the screen in disbelief. “No signal?” I shot her a wild, tear-streaked look. “What the hell are you saying, Grace? Did the call end? Did they even get our address?” She nodded frantically, her eyes wide with panic. “I… I don’t know! I think they got some of it, but I don’t know if they heard me say it all.” “Are you kidding me?” I screamed, my voice breaking. “This can’t be happening! Ethan is dying, Grace! Dying!”

"Storme! Storme, wake up! Wake up!" I fell to my knees beside her bed, clutching her face in my hands. "Please…" My voice broke into a whisper. "Don’t leave me… Don’t do this to me…" Grace sobbed uncontrollably, her body shaking as she pressed her forehead against Storme’s arm. "My queen… come back… please…" I grabbed her hand. It was too damn cold. My fingers curled around hers, squeezing, willing warmth back into her lifeless skin. "Storme," I whispered, then louder, "Storme! Wake up!"

How could I tell him that I was dying? That the healer said my wolf spirit was fading fast— that I only had three days left before the bond would consume me completely? “Joseph,” I murmured, “would you come with me? We’ll go to Grandpa’s pack. They’ll love you there.” He hesitated. “Can we stay a little longer, Mom? Just three days? If he really doesn’t want us after that, we’ll go. But I want to call him Dad… just once.” Tears blurred my vision. I stroked his hair and nodded, though my heart was already breaking.