Grace Alone Book Novels & Stories

Grace met them in the training hall. “I didn’t call you here for war,” she began. “I called you here for truth.” Truth in the Blood Some listened. Some didn’t. Samira stood up first. “You expect loyalty because we share DNA?” “No,” Grace said calmly. “I expect nothing. But I offer everything.” “Like what?” asked a man named Caleb, big, blond, and angry. “Redemption?” “No,” Grace said again. “A choice.” There was a pause. An invisible ripple of power in her voice.

Completely lived. Together. Always together. Forever together. That was enough. That was everything. That was—was all we needed. Life. Love. Family. Community. Purpose. We had it all. And we'd earned every piece. Through pain. Through sacrifice. Through—through stubborn refusal to give up. We'd won. Not perfectly. Not completely. But—but really. Genuinely. Permanently. We'd won. And that was—was everything. Inside, Grace stirred in her sleep. The crystal glowing softly beside her bed. Keeping nightmares away. Keeping her safe. Keeping her—her healing.

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

she points to the book, and I look at her in disbelief. “Your granddaughter is missing, and you want me to read,” my frustration is growing. “You will not understand if you do not read. If you do not understand a victory cannot be held,” her blue eyes do not waiver from my own as I glare at her. Grace might be the only person that I have ever met that doesn’t cower under my gaze. “Fine,” I say grabbing the book from her and reading the passage that she pointed to.

remarked the woman with the round breasts, her tone laced with skepticism. "I know, right? People had doubts about Christ until he saved the world," Grace replied with a serene smile. But Susan's annoyance only intensified. "So what? Are you implying you're divine now?" she retorted cynically. Grace felt her irritation rise. She paused in her photocopying, fixing a steely gaze on Susan. "No, Susan, I'm not claiming divinity. But I am a child of God, and I have no dealings with devils. That's all," she declared firmly before returning to her task, shooting Susan a withering glare.

"It's all shredded... will we never look back?" I wiped the tears from my face and pressed a hand to my aching chest. Let time decide. Maybe I can learn to forget him. I arrived at the banquet a little late. The ballroom was a sea of glittering lights and buzzing conversation. I saw Lucien immediately, surrounded by a crowd of admirers, the undisputed Alpha of the room. Anika stood beside him, her arm linked through his, her smile radiant. The high slit of her gown deliberately showed the large burn scar on her leg, a disfiguring mark she wore like a badge of honor.

"Just pray you don't live to regret this." And then he was gone, swallowed by the rain, leaving me alone in the vast, empty room.

“But I do. For the babies. For my job. For everything.” “You’re allowed to break,” Mrs. Grace said, taking her hand gently. “Even steel bends under enough weight.” The kindness in those words shattered her. Her chest caved. Her vision blurred fully. And finally—after holding it together all day—she let go. Her shoulders shook as she cried silently, breathless, exhausted. Mrs. Grace pulled her into a soft, warm, and maternal embrace, grounding her. The kind of hug that didn’t demand explanation. “You’re not alone,” she murmured into her hair. “You haven’t been alone since the day those babies came into this world. And you won’t be alone tomorrow, or the day after.”

“I’m proud of you for doing this. You’re not alone.” I. Am. Not. Alone. “Thanks.” The door closes behind him and my thoughts sweep in. I feel alone. The downside of being in love with someone is the meaninglessness your life seems to take on without their presence. Where’s my Gracie? I dial her number but she doesn’t pick. I miss her. Someone knocks. It can’t be Gracie. She doesn’t knock. The door opens before I usher the person in. My heart relaxes at her entrance. Everything falls into perfect place and I smile brightly. My Gracie.

Chapter 25 I followed Luke to our room when I finally regain my self from crying… crying because of the realization that Luke’s love is greater than any temptation. I love how he loves her but I feel sorry for myself. Is this where I stop? This isn’t good anymore. For me and for their marriage. “Luke.” He’s changing his clothes and he refuses to look at me even though I’m already on his side. “Not now, please.” He said closing his eyes tightly as he leaves the room after changing and once again I’m left alone feeling crazy because of the silence as I watch him leave from the veranda