Grace Alone Book Novels & Stories

“I’ll get going.” ~ The Ashbourne estate hasn’t changed. Same iron gates. Same towering pines lining the driveway. Same oppressive silence that pressed down on my chest the moment the car passed the boundary stones. It was still the same in my memory—after all, it hasn’t been weeks ever since grandma had died and Alaric had announced to everyone the dissolution of our bond while bringing a woman with him—parading her and as if he was telling everyone that she’s more important than the mate he has.

None of it carried weight, and that was the point. Later, Grace walked alone. She passed the legal center without stopping. For the first time, she felt no pull toward it. That chapter had closed properly. She did not need to check if it stayed shut. She ended up at a small bookstore tucked between newer buildings. Inside, the air smelled like paper and dust. Grace wandered the aisles without purpose. She ran her fingers along spines, reading titles without opening them. It was grounding. She selected a novel she had once loved and brought it to the counter.

“You get to decide who stays in your life. You don’t have to wait for someone to see your worth. You already have it, Grace.” A slow smile broke across her lips, soft and shy, like the first ray of sunlight after a storm. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice fragile but filled with gratitude. “You always know what to say.” I smiled back, pressing my forehead gently against hers. “You deserve happiness, Grace. You deserve to have your feelings respected and your heart cherished. And I want you to remember that you’re never alone, not as long as I’m here.” She let out a shaky breath, her smile growing as she squeezed my hands. “I won’t regret telling you all this, Alaina.”

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.

“You’re not alone, I’m here. We’re going to be fine. Just breathe with me. In… and out. Nice and slow.” They stood like that for a long time. Grace kept talking softly — telling him about her favorite childhood books, the silly stories her students wrote, anything to keep his mind off the darkness. Miles gradually relaxed against her, but he never let go. His arms stayed wrapped around her like she was his lifeline. “You’re warm,” he said quietly after a while. “And you smell like vanilla and old books. It’s nice.” Grace smiled in the dark. “You’re not so bad yourself even when you’re panicking.”

"One day, you will sit in a room where someone is waiting for your nod, your hand, or just one fair word from you. When that day comes, remember the road you took to get here." Lila nodded hard and pinned the badge to her chest. When she walked out, her back was straighter than when she had come in. Sunlight came through the window and landed on the new file on my desk. It was a proposal for a fund that Northbridge would use to invest in companies founded by low-income women, immigrant women, and founders mainstream capital kept ignoring. I already had a name for it. The Grace Fund. There were still so many Grace Walkers in this world. They were trapped in their own coal towns, ledgers, cont

“The future, the past, all of it. But right now… it’s just us.” They stayed there, in the quiet garden, letting the world move around them without concern. No threats, no dangers, no shadows. Just the slow, steady pulse of life they had fought so hard to reach. Grace leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body anchor her, and in that simple, ordinary morning, she realized something profound: happiness didn’t have to be grandiose or dramatic. It could be slow, gentle, patient. It could be found in the small, unremarkable moments shared with someone who understood you completely.

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Lalo siyang umiyak, pero alam ko na sa mga oras na ‘to, alam niya nang hindi na ulit siya mag-iisa. “I just wanted to feel that I exist. I just wanted to feel that I belong.” She sobbed. “And it’s you that I know I can count on, because you saw me before. I’m sorry that your relationship with her had to be like that. I’m so sorry, Connor.” She cried again but I didn’t let her go from the hug. “Shh, calm down. Grace, it’s okay. You don’t have to say sorry. You did nothing wrong.” I hugged her tighter. “Grace, you won’t feel alone anymore. You can always count on me from now on.”

I waved at them again as he drove off. When I walked back to the living room, Carson was sitting on the couch with Kelsey in his lap. He was pointing to pictures in a book in his hands and she was pointing as well while bouncing up and down in excitement. I felt my heart swell with warmth and happiness. After everything that I've been through in my life, I was glad that I find happiness and love. It's the most wonderful feeling in the world and I've definitely grown, learned and is stronger than ever.