Grace Bible Fair Oaks Novels & Stories

And Alaric clearly agreed as he subconsciously gripped tighter onto my hand, staring at her with furrowed brows. "My name is Vivian Black. I'm one of the Original Witches, the Mirror Witch." She suddenly spoke, her voice a raspy whisper where I could almost see the air. "And I give this power to thee; Ines Silvia Agua. May she live a life of peace amongst Humans with no struggle of fitting in, may she be loved, understood and graced with the light of the Thousand Stars in which Selene watches over her." Clapping her hands, a resounding echo chimed in my head, putting her gift in place.

Though she normally was not a timid woman, at that moment, she looked vulnerable, and her vulnerability enhanced her beauty. The bailiff approached the witness stand. “Do you need a minute?” the bailiff asked. A small smile touched her lips. “I’m ready.”, Grace said. The young man in uniform pushed a heavy book in front of Grace. “We found a copy of the Orthodox Study Bible. Is that the bible you use?” Grace’s eyes widened, then they glistened. “It is. Thank you.”, Grace said. The bailiff discarded his soft persona and spoke in his capacity as a highly trained Officer of the Court. “Please place your left hand on the Bible and right hand in the air.”

If it was not for her, then she doesn't know how she would have survived this long in this house. Bless her! Grace is a beautiful old woman who has a strong personality. Her golden hair and brown shades, hazelnut eyes, and smooth skin make her look younger than her age. Grace is passionate about the things she does. It is very rare, or would rather say, once in a blue moon; it happens that she is behind her schedule. Unlike on other days, today Grace ran late. So, she asked Fiona to set the plate for Justin.

Faith mentioned while Gunner glared at her. “Why do you want to meet him so bad?” He asked. Both girls looked at him with their eyebrows raised. Palmer couldn’t help but laugh, and Faith did not understand what that was all about. Shaking her head at the little jealous scene, she slid off the booth and walked towards Grace. “Hi! You must be Dr. Melbourne. I’m Palmer Wright,” she extended her hand, and with a soft smile, Grace did the same to shake it. “Hello, Palmer. I’m Grace. My son Christopher and I are new in town.”

"You sound surprised. What did you expect? Goblins?" I laughed. "No, but she’s glowing like she just walked out of a fairytale." Grace must have sensed our gaze because she turned and her face lit up when she saw Grandma. "Grandma!" she mouthed, waving enthusiastically. Grandma waved back and signaled her to join us at our picnic spot. As Grace approached, I whispered, "She’s way too cheerful. Are you sure she’s related to Dax in any way?" Grandma chuckled softly. "No relation, dear. That’s probably why she’s so cheerful."

Grace, in her teal gown, sat still, her sharp bob sleek, her tablet forgotten for once. “Hold still, Grace,” Maryjane said, laughing. “You want to look like a queen, not a raccoon.” Grace rolled her eyes but grinned. “You’re enjoying this too much, MJ. Don’t make me look like a clown.” “Never,” MJ said, winking. “You’re gonna steal the show at that gala. Well, after Sam, of course.”

*Grace* The moment I stepped out of the car, I couldn't help but be in awe of the magnificent Biltmore Estate before me. The sun was setting behind the majestic main house, casting a warm glow over the gardens and fountains. It felt like something out of a fairytale. A perfect place for a wedding. My heart raced with anticipation and a touch of nervousness as I took in the grandeur of my surroundings.

I stopped again, and Grace looked at me angrily. "What now?" she asked. I took out the passes and showed them to her; Grace's face turned red suddenly, and then she snatched them from my hand. "Oh, my God," she said slowly. She started screaming and jumping with excitement again, grabbing my hand again, and changing direction, heading for the paddock. Finally, we managed to reach the paddock area where the teams were celebrating the victory. Grace was scanning the area for Hayden, and I let myself be carried away by the crowd heading towards the focal point of the celebration. The music, fireworks, and general euphoria created a festive atmosphere.

She chuckled. "But don't stay up too late, okay?" Indah reminded her once again. Grace nodded. She then let Indah climb into her bed and fell asleep. Meanwhile, she was still sitting in the same place, at the table in the corner of the room, and praying. 'God, I know very well how to tell the difference between restlessness and nervousness. Yes, I must be nervous because tomorrow I will officially become Evan's wife. But there's something else I don't know the reason for.' Grace's folded hands, supported her head with her eyes closed. She remained in that position for a while, but she didn’t fall asleep.

Wren stared at the big gate in front of their car as Kael pulled over. And beyond the gates, she could make out the shape of several massive sheds and the distinct, earthy smell of animals that invaded her nose before she even fully wound down the car window. “Grace.” “Mm?” Grace was already halfway out of the car when she turned to look at Wren. “You said we were volunteering,” Wren raised a brow. “This is volunteering,” Grace said.