Grace And Sean Stevens Novel Novels & Stories

There’s no time to waste, immediately I dig into my new project, eager to absorb all the information that I can. My heart swells as I read each page. There, right on the margins are little notes that Dante has left. ‘July, 2 years ago.’ ‘Jean left for Paris at this time.’ ‘Jean’s sister enrolls to uni.’ ‘Island purchased from unlisted owner.’ ‘trafficking’ ‘Visit island chief—asap!’ ‘Tell Jean.’ Without realizing it, my cheeks start to feel wet, bringing my hand up, I unconsciously wipe at the tears.

Whenever holidays came around, she would say she was off on a work trip or going on vacation with our son's family. However, really, she was off with Bruce, visiting her old flame. As for me? When I was about to kick the bucket, I had nobody but a nurse. Shirley never thought, even in her wildest dreams, that I would discover that book. However, when the cops found the book that I told them about, Shirley's knees buckled, and she almost hit the floor. The other workers started crowding around, whispering and gossiping. "Holy cow, I always wondered how Ms. Scott was always so loaded!"

But it was her face that stopped me dead. She wasn't looking around nervously. She wasn't scanning the crowd for threats or looking for an exit strategy. She was looking up at Sebastian with a soft, private smile—a smile that didn't belong to the terrified girl I knew in Queens. It was a smile of trust. As they moved toward the waiting SUV, Grace stumbled slightly on the slick wet pavement. Her heel caught on a grate. It was a small slip. A nothing moment.

Garrett was too good a hacker to be hacked anyway. Grace’s hands trembled as she closed the email. She felt a whirlwind of emotions—betrayal, confusion, and anger surged through her. How could Jack have done this? Why was he digging into her past without her knowledge? Lost in her thoughts, Grace didn’t notice Noah entering the kitchen until he spoke, startling her. She looked up, her expression a mix of shock and distress, unsure of how to process the bombshell she had just discovered about her ex husband.

Peter bent down and explained, "Hazel said it's almost over. Ms. Lewis, why don't you go in directly?" Grace originally thought that it wasn't appropriate, but it was getting late, and she had limited time. If she didn't return home by midnight, Aaron would surely get angry. So, she got out of the sports car. "Okay, I'll go in and find him." Grace walked briskly. People in such places were keen-eyed. They could tell that she had an extraordinary presence, a quality that ordinary women did not possess. Sean also noticed it. When Grace pushed open the door to the private room, he was busy touching a woman. Hearing the noise, he turned around.

“Close out our tab, please.” Turning, I cast one more withering glare at Paul, then deliberately stomp over to Grace as she returns to her table with Rob. “Gracie, we’re going.” I throw my arms around her, hugging my sister tightly. “Take every bit of happiness Rob wants to give you, Grace,” I urge in a parting whisper. *Rob* On the other side of me, Dan whispers in my ear the conversation he overheard between Ella and her husband at the bar when he picked up shots while Grace and I were dancing.

The air was thick with bile and panic. Coach Dennis stood beside me, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I told that idiot not to eat seafood on a moving train,” he muttered. I nodded, keeping my voice steady. “It does seem… ill-advised.” My phone buzzed in my coat pocket. I fished it out with gloved fingers, already knowing who it would be. A text from my stepfather lit the screen, and it read, “One wrong move, Grace. Better not mess up on this retreat.”

she hissed. “Both of you.” Her hands trembled as she glared at them both. “This is my life. Not some battlefield for your egos.” The silence that followed was deafening. Ethan finally stepped back, his expression tight. “You deserve better, Grace. Remember that.” With one last venomous glance at Damien, he stormed out of the pub. Grace stood frozen, her chest heaving, until she felt Damien’s gaze on her again. She turned, ready to unleash the storm inside her.

Grace murmured something else - too quiet to catch - and Stella turned off the light, closing the door softly behind her. Inside the dark room, Grace whimpered softly. She rolled around under the blanket, feeling hot and restless. Her stomach ached from the strong drink, and her skin felt like it was on fire. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. That devil. Adrian. The way he had pinned her against the wall. The way his voice had sounded in her ear. The way his fingers had felt between her legs in the back of that car. It was driving her crazy. “Stupid… stupid man,” she slurred, pushing the blanket off her body with clumsy hands. “Making my life so messed up… I can’t even sleep without thin

A round of applause erupted. “This is still going to ruin everything,” Grace whispered, her voice low and laced with dread. And that’s when I knew. Something bigger was coming. --- Author's Note Grace is giving off serious I’ve got secrets energy 👀 Who’s ready for the next storm?