Grace Dunphy Novels & Stories

Explain yourself. Smiling, the wealthy lady shook her head and didn't bother engaging in further discussion with Susan. Instead, she walked toward Grace. Left alone, Susan stomped her foot in frustration. "Ms. Lewis." The wealthy lady greeted Grace with a demeanor that was in stark contrast to how she had spoken to Susan. Grace smiled. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Wright." Evelyn Dixon, who was known as Mrs. Wright, didn't expect Grace to know her. She felt greatly satisfied.

Dad has been nursing her at the hospital for the past five years, and the Charlie Mansion is just too empty without my precious sister, which is why I have moved to her workshop, which is also her burial ground. I had made the workshop just like she wanted because I owe her that much. I should at least protect her dreams since I failed to protect her. Her grave lay at the center of the apartment, and I feel closer to her, more like she is still with me whenever I wake up and see her grave. I care for her grave myself; I don't even let Zack near her. Although Dad had saved me from being killed, I still cannot forgive him for being late and getting her killed. We never wanted this life, and he

With every word that poured out of the other woman’s mouth, the more furious Wendy became and the more sickened she was by Damon's deception. This was some huge soap opera. Things like this didn’t happen in real life. Even in really wealthy people’s lives, surely. Wendy's heart sank. Damon's mom was a really wonderful lady and super kindhearted...she always had been, which only made her angrier that Damon had just lied to her. What the hell had he been thinking? But then Martha's other statement came back to her. The part about Grace's defection, and suddenly it all made sense. “Grace and Damon were involved?” Wendy asked.

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

Ladies and gentlemen, give this lady an award because that right over the was the last nail in the coffin. “Can I go first?” I said with a raise of my hand, and she shook her head slightly, silencing me without saying a word. “I would like her to answer first.” She said, and I slowly fell back into my seat. “Mrs. Griffin…” “I don’t know. But I believe there is still a spark somewhere in Duncan’s heart. That is why I am still holding on. Because I have hope that he would love me again.” She replied with a soft murmur while glaring at me. I didn’t hide the disgust on my face. This woman had to have double personalities. There was no way to explain how she could put such an innocent act in fron

She paused, then added, “Oh, I almost forgot. I’d like to order another order of French fries.” “For him?” Dahayu nodded toward Anthony. “Yeah.” “Alright. They’ll be coming in a minute.” “Thank you.” Dahayu watched as Grace walked away. “Oh dear. I know it's not my place to say this, but I truly wish you would end up with Evan, Grace. Where is that boy now? If only he realized how desperate you've been.” She shook off her thoughts and began preparing the orders that Grace had placed. [ABY]

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

My eyes closed for a second for me to open them and see Damon studying me. “As you know, Miss. Grace was on vacation and we ran into each other. There have been a few situations where she has been disrespected after being told she was our Luna. Let me make myself clear that any disrespect of any ranking members will be punished severely.” Ethan nudged me to stand up. “Grace is a warm, loving, and fun person. She would be happy to meet everyone and talk, however she was in an accident today and needs some quiet. Please excuse her for not hanging around to meet you all. However, if you see her around, please introduce yourself.”

The rain fell harder. No one moved. The woman stood in the middle of the smoke, her grey eyes fixed on Daniel, Noah, and Elena. “My name is Grace.” “And I’m your sister.” Daniel stared at her. “No…” His voice was barely audible. “That’s impossible.” Grace smiled sadly. “I said the same thing when I found out.” Noah stepped in front of Dr. Mercer. “Prove it.” Without saying a word, Grace rolled back the sleeve of her tactical jacket.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.