Grace Dunphy Novels & Stories

“You have been quiet the entire time. Please join us in this discussion." “Leave her. Dad is her entire universe. She won't say a word against him.” Daphne smiled at me. “Grace is more of a listener than a talker.” “That's a good thing. It means she is loyal. A rare trait in today's world.” Dean sipped his wine, locking his eyes with mine. “Grace being a listener works on my behalf perfectly. My friends say I am a bit on the chatty side. I am glad my wife will be the one listening to all my rambling.” He stared at me with a gentle smile on his face. “Now I am certain we will have an entertaining married life.”

Thank you dear" She didn't want to accept Ernest not only because he had another woman but she hoped that Richard would come back one day. She sounded so foolish right? He hasn't told her it was over yet. She constantly wished for a reunion. It's crazy of her to hope so but she needed an official break up, then his place in her heart will be scraped out forever. She can't wait for him for long, from all indications he has moved on without a word. She had to accept the truth and live with it. "You've got an unknown number calling" "Oh. Thanks. Let me have it" Grace uttered as she received the phone. "This is Grace speaking" "Finally, I found you. How are you doing" the caller asked "I'm fine.

Eden said and smirked. "Ugh, enough with the teasing. They're going to be here any moment now," Grace said as shy hysterically continued to fix every minuscule detail on herself. She was clearly very nervous and excited to see Theo. Eden had never seen Grace put in so much effort for a man. She had always been this strong, independent girl who only dressed up well to feel confident, and never to impress anyone. However, she enjoyed being the envy of every girl and the wish of every boy. Eden never felt threatened by Grace's beauty. She knew that she herself looked good. Though she never put much effort into making herself look beautiful by dieting or having a thorough skincare routine, she w

I suggest. She nods. “Let’s order some food. I’m even more hungry now…” I’m a little surprised by how well she took it. I thought she would bite my head off for interfering. We eat breakfast talking about random things. I soon realized Grace isn’t anything like I expected. She’s truly down to earth. She doesn’t care for material things or care for my brother’s money. Maybe she is a good person? “How far a long are you?” I ask her. “I’m about seven months pregnant. Nearly there. I feel like he’s always on my bladder dancing the day away…” she complains.

she confirmed. But as she changed into pajamas and made them both dinner, she couldn’t shake the memory of Damien’s voice. Deep, commanding. The way he’d said her name. Grace Monroe. It shouldn’t have meant anything. But somehow, it did. The next morning, Grace woke up determined. She wasn’t going back. Damien Blackwood could drink his bitter black coffee without her. She wasn’t about to become his personal errand girl just because he snapped his fingers. She had a job, yes, but she also had self-respect.

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.

I don't want to be disrespectful. But she must be someone who has business with chief, what would I do with her? "Hello ma'am" I gritted nervously. "I am sorry but chief is not present here" She smiled at me. "I know, I'll wait... And you___?" She raised her eyebrows. Oh god! Even her voice is smooth like silk. I don't know why but she looks familiar. I don't think i have ever meet her. "I am Grace... I am h_his personal accountant."

“Yes. Eight months now, almost nine. Adrian told me everything. She has been through a lot, Grace. Life wasn’t fair to her before he met her.” Grace leaned forward. “Tell me, what kind of person is she? Is she really good for him?” Victoria smiled again, remembering Savannah’s shy smile and quiet voice. “Grace, from the moment I saw her, I knew she was different. You can see the pain in her eyes, but also peace. She doesn’t talk too much. She greets everyone politely. The maids love her already.” Grace smiled and took a bite from her pie. “That’s good. Adrian deserves a woman with a clean heart. For years he has been alone, hiding behind work. I was worried he’d never find someone.”

Annie returned the gesture and smiled warmly at the brown-haired beauty as she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too. May I know your name?” “I’m Dorothy Dawson, your Grace. I’m here as someone’s plus-one. And if I may, your Grace, I have a burning question that I hope you don’t mind me asking.” Her green eyes sparked mischief as her pastel lips curled up into a grin, showing her braces holding the two rows of teeth together. Annie continued smiling as she asked amicably, “What would you like to know, Dorothy?” “How do you do it, your Grace? How do you be okay with…not being able to give the Duke a child?”

Damian finishes with a low sigh. Stacey grips to the phone as she froze to her spot. Unable to think and unable to move. "I hope that's enough reasons to let those reporters off my back.... she's gone and I've moved on." He added after a while. Though he disconnected the call, she remained that way for minutes before she finally walked to the bed and stare down at her phone. "Mrs Grace had powers!?..." ____