Grace Dunphy Novels & Stories

Charmond sat beside her, she seemed to freeze without knowing what they were talking about. Grace's smile shrank, she had sat as a CEO in a very short time. A job that made her have to meet many people with warm faces even when she was grieving. Grace is grateful to be taken out by Mr.Charmond from there, at least there is freedom to enjoy some quiet time alone. However, in the future, she must return to the company with the position of CEO. Mr.Charmond had promised that. Not long after the old people's conversation, Grace left the room and entered the bedroom. She rushed so as not to meet the many mourners who arrived as if reluctant to go home. The door had just been closed by Grace but op

It was good because no one would find out who she was soon. Grace worked so hard all her life as an editor, crawling all the way to the top as the chief editor of a glossy magazine firm. She had appeared in the magazine herself a lot of times, but she doubted anyone here w would engross their time in reading magazines like that. Even if a few of them did, they wouldn't recognize her with her hair dyed jet back from the natural blonde color she had, and from wavy to straight.

“You’re not being honest with me, Grace! You’re lecturing me, but your entire argument here is based on you not being honest!” “I’ve been honest for fucking years Duke! I’ve begged and pleaded with every fucker in this pack to believe me and nobody has! I’m done being honest! I’m done trying to win everyone’s approval!” “Grace, you need to calm down, you’re—” “No! I don’t need to calm down. What I need to do is get out of here before I lose my mind!” Duke’s POV Grace began to frantically shove clothes into her suitcase, the tears clouding her eyes as she sniffed them back, refusing to show weakness by letting them fall.

GRACE! BOOK 1 Intro; In the suffocating stillness of a Southern church town located in Ashwick Georgia, Grace the pastor’s daughter has spent her entire life being watched, measured, and molded into holiness and the graceful figure she should grow into. Golden-haired Grace who’s never been prideful, sinful, She dresses modestly because she had been taught that a woman’s body is a temptation and temptation is a weapon. Her principled life has always been one she had been born into, But inside her?

Although deep down I knew that where this conversation is heading to but I acted as if I have no clue about whatever he has to say next. "I met Grace when I was only eight years old. She was this little princess who was never loved and pampered. Her father was alcoholic and her mother was prostitute. They never loved her but she was okay with that. You know, her mother wanted to drag Grace into prostitution but somehow she managed to escape. You think that you know everybody, right? No, you don't. There are some stories which are always left unsaid. Grace never got love of her parents, it was only me, Blake and Riley who look after her. Just like a normal girl, she had dreams but then she wa

Dead silence greeted him, one he was expecting. "You still doing this 'caller speak first' thing!?" He said.. "Well I'll be damned! The boss decided to grace my eardrums with his voice!" Her voice came young and ladylike. Grace was a young 25 year old whom Grey hired right out of high school. He saw something in her and he was right to gamble.. - Hey Grace, how you doing!?" He spoke with a sigh. - Am good now! I thought you were Dead!" He heard the sounds of car horns and people in the background she was driving somewhere.

“God forbid I’m concerned about the investigation that will determine whether my life is gonna get more fucked or not.” Grace swirled her spoon through a chunk of chocolate with infuriating calm. “See, this is the difference between us. You spiral. I trust the process” Wren stared at her. “Grace, can you please not say anything for the next 10 minutes?” The unbothered Grace proceeded to lick her spoon. “I could spend those 10 minutes deciding on whether I should cut my hair before I meet with Horizon,…” and then she pulled on some strands of hair in front of her face. “Or maybe get some bangs again, that might make me look more into Elena’s character.”

Having the last class for the day as dance, Cassandra and Ravine were dropped back home together as Cassandra wanted to hang out with her new friend. Ms. Grace packs her bags as well, her small pink colored duffel bag fitting her clothes. As she walks outside, a senior grade student blocks her way. "Hey, Kris! What's up?" "You know what's up, Ms. Grace. I'll pick you up at 7pm." Saying, the young male leaves the campus, leaving behind a stressed 32 year old Grace. Grace Reynolds was once a nymphomaniac taking art therapy, in her early twenties. She's been having many affairs after her marriage as well, hence the divorce after her husband found out about her illness.

"Mr. Ferguson, drink some water. You've been sleeping at your desk for a while," she said. Her voice was as soft and gentle as the moonlight outside. Eventually, we ended up together. She never pried into my past, only saying, "I only know the Professor Ferguson of today, and that's all I need." We got married and had a sweet daughter who smiles with her eyes, just like her mom. I thought I had completely moved on from Shirley.