Grace And Sean Stevens Novel Novels & Stories

Sean said, “Sebastian, I knew you certainly would say so. It has been so many years. The reason I had not gone to your mother’s grave was not only because of your stepmother, but it was also because of you. I don’t even know if you will let me go there. Please give me a chance and let me go pay my respects to her, alright?” “No!” said Sebastian. Sean said, “Sebastian, there’s something I must tell you. At the very least, your mother loved me, right? Maybe your mother would want to see me?” Sebastian was speechless. No one knew better than Sebastian that his mother had a wish before she passed away. She wished that she would see her husband once again. Even if she had never gotten a marriage

She saw Steven’s gaze drift down to her hands, to her fingers, which were twisting anxiously at the hem of her shirt. "Aren't you going to even say hello to me?" Grace asked him in the unbearable silence. "We have to talk to each other sometime, don’t we?" But Steven didn’t say a word. With a vague shake of his head, he simply turned and strode away, leaving her alone in the long corridor. Grace thought to herself that the man was odd and creepy at the same time. *****

Grace pulled up the side of the blanket. "Thank you," Sean said as he slipped under the blanket. "Oh… It’s so comfortable." Then, Sean called room service to request an additional blanket and extra bottled water. After that, he turned to Grace, who seemed almost asleep. Half-laying down, he stared at Grace, whose two cheeks were blushing. She must be suppressing her drunkenness. "Aren't you scared?" Sean asked. Glancing at Sean, Grace chuckled. "I believe you're a good man."

“Fuck” A loud curse woke me up from my nap and I saw what Ananya was looking at. I had slept for almost half an hour and Anu was still on my lap and my legs felt numb by then. Groaning I adjusted myself while her eyes were still fixed on the laptop screen as she had just seen a ghost. “What happened, Anu?” “I think I know who helped Rehan runaway.” My form tensed while her eyes were still on the laptop screen. “Who?” “Tanya Shrivastav.”

Cynthia said for Grace to keep nodding her head. The driver stop for Cynthia to give Grace a hundred dollar for transport back to the mansion. Immediately grace came down, the car zoomed off: “A million dollars, why will I fail. My only way to find a new life. I will sure throw the bones in a garbage.”. She said giggling. Grace didn’t go back as she felt it’s too early so she took a walk in the beautiful city of newyork. Inside a park far away, Celine and the Stephen sisters were enjoying themselves as they giggle at what Celine was saying.

I was not about to end up like those idiots, pampered and caged until they were good for nothing. Edward stayed quiet, just watching me, like he was sizing up a product. "Let's eat first." The rest of dinner passed in silence. Afterward, in the corridor, Alice was waiting for me. She moved in closer, her voice a hushed threat, "Listen: you better figure out where you stand." "And where's that?" I gave her a dismissive smile, unfazed by her venom. "A street rat from the slums." Her arrogance was palpable, yet it had a different flavor than Catherine's haughtiness.

Then I pulled my suitcase behind me and walked downstairs. My father and Luke Paul sat on the leather sofas, talking calmly as if they were discussing an ordinary business. The moment my suitcase rolled across the marble floor, Luke slowly looked up. A proud, satisfied smile spread across Luke’s bandaged face as he stood and straightened his expensive suit. “Mr. and Mrs. Steven, I believe it’s time,” he said, though the arrogance in his voice made my skin crawl. He didn’t speak to my father like an equal. He spoke to him like a man talking to someone beneath him. “I’ll see you both again soon. Hopefully, by then, we’ll be ready for the wedding.”

"Yes... I want vengeance." Seeing he had come to his senses, Uncle Zac pulled the silver cross pendant from his pocket and held it in front of Farrow's face. The cold silver glint stung Farrow's eyes. "Use your head, Farrow." "The M.E. just said Grace has been dead for at least forty-eight hours." "But just yesterday, Betty came to you with this cross, crying that Grace threw it in her face." "How does a dead woman show up on the street to throw her pendant at Betty?"