Grace Dunphy

Veronica was a rich city girl until her parents forced her to live in a town close to the edge of the Lagos city boarder after a mental episode. There she met Grace, a fellow high school girl in dire search of some excitement before graduation. Grace saw Veronica as means of getting that excitement. Little did she know that it would pull her and her friends into a world filled secrets and horror. Secrets would be revealed, some would be buried and friendships would be tested as they try to navigate their new life, one case at a time!

On her first day at work, a new colleague uploaded a 500-million-dollar property purchase agreement to the company group chat. The message was accompanied by the caption: “Thanks for the gift for my first day at work, Dad!” She quickly deleted it, following up with, “Sorry, wrong chat!” I frowned, recognizing the contract immediately. It was the same property my father gifted me for my birthday a month ago. Some sharp-eyed colleagues noticed the contract number and chimed in. “I have a relative in real estate. I remember this property. Our chairman bought it recently!” “So, the heiress has joined us to experience life. Forgive your humble servant for not recognizing you!” The chat was soon filled with flattering remarks. Even my stingy and miserly husband joined in. I felt a coldness in my heart and couldn’t help but respond in the group chat, “I recall the president always opposing ostentatious displays of wealth and advocating humility. This heiress seems to veer away from his usual philosophy.” Instead of support, I faced attacks from my husband and others. “Look at you being so poor and petty. How could you ever compare to Grace? Why did I ever marry someone so shortsighted?” “As if you know the president that well! I think you’re just jealous that Grace was born with a silver spoon!” I sneered coldly and, without hesitation, dialed the president’s number right in front of everyone. “Dad, I heard we’re not that close, hmm?”

He had once sworn I was his fated Luna, the Omega he cherished above all. However, just a month shy of our bonding, he decided to repay a life-saving grace by fathering a child with his old flame. To add insult to injury, he swiped the herbal research I was on the cusp of unveiling. He claimed he was trapped, obligated to both sides. I, however, was done with him. I cut ties, called off our Bonding Ceremony, and set off for the Northwood tundra to lose myself in my research. Two years on, he pleaded for my return, professing I was his one true love. However, by then, I was renowned far and wide, and he was nothing to me.

Five years ago, I was the rising star of the nation’s top chemistry research lab, but on the eve of publishing the results of my study, my husband’s crush, Grace, killed me. She made several people violate me and cut my face up. Then, she injected sulfuric acid into my stomach, crushed my teeth and bones, and discarded my body without anyone’s knowledge. At that time, I was three months pregnant. But she told everyone that I stole the project’s research results and fled to another country. Jim, my husband, personally wrote a report to the government to label me as a globally wanted criminal. Five years later, a livestreamer who did nighttime explorations found my dried-up corpse in the basement of an abandoned warehouse.

Beta Max and I were at the Civil Affairs Bureau, ready to register our marriage. We were just waiting to take the final photo when he got a phone call and left. He abandoned me right there at the marriage registration office, leaving me stuck in an impossible situation. I called him—no answer. I messaged him—no reply. In the end, I had no choice but to call his childhood sweetheart’s number. Beta Max answered. “Louis, can you stop being so annoying? Grace twisted her ankle—I need to take care of her today. Stop calling and waking her up. We’ll reschedule the registration.” I bit my lip and murmured into the phone, “This makes it the seventh time we’ve rescheduled.” “So what? The Civil Affairs Bureau isn’t going anywhere—it’s not like it’s going to disappear!” My face was blank, but it felt like my heart was being carved open. A staff member looked at me with pity and asked, “Alpha Louis, are we still doing this?” I gave a small nod. “Yes. Let’s go through with it.”

"Why are you doing this? Don't hurt people because of me." I yelled at her. "You are mine. I'll do this again and again if I have to save you and no one can stop me." She growled. Grace Anderson is a badass of school. She there also pickup fights where we can sort it out by talks. She have no friends to rely on except her best friend Candice Salvadore who's as bitch as Grace. But what will happen when Joshua Williams a simple boy stumbled into her life who gets bully by Lucas and she feel a urge to protect him from everyone. Because she feels she relates from his situation? What's the story of Grace being a bad bitch? Let's find out.

19 years old Emily Watson has never understood what happiness is in most parts of her young life and she desperately wishes for a change and a saving grace from the constant wrath of her abusive step-parents but what will she do when she finds out her mate has been waiting for all her life is the cruel and cold-hearted Luka Demetrius? Will he be her saving grace or an unimaginable horrifying thunder to her raging storm?

Grace Rue, surviving from all sort of disasters fate brought upon her, works as a sex worker in the famous club, 'Paradiso'. Adapting to this lifestyle, finding it the only way to control men's desires, she considers herself a queen but gets an offer from a mafia, Levi, to become his sex partner.

THE first time Arianna and Enrique met was the night she was gifted to grace his bed. When he woke up and discovered the blood on the sheets in the morning, his conscience wouldn’t silence him up. He was drunk and all he could remember was how their moans melded and the soft, responsive body under him. But she was a virgin. How could he have been so wrong? ARIANNA knew the wealthy Enrique Quiroz for a very long time. He was the only son of the plantation’s Don. She never dreamed he was the man waiting for her that night. When she had dreaded for hell in a stranger’s bed… it had been heaven. Bliss. The shocking completion of her womanhood. When she left him, she also left a part of her that only he could give back. ENRIQUE hunted for the stranger whose beautiful face haunts him every night only to discover she was right under his nose. He could have her, make her his lover. He couldn’t forget that night, how their kisses made him think only of passion and sweet wine. She has no power to resist him. He is obsessed. He can’t not have her again, and again, and again… But Arianna fought him just as much as she fought to survive her miserable life even though he promised her everything. Everything except his heart. And in the war that ensued, their hearts were ruined by love, that power that makes those who surrender win, and those who cower are set free…

Grace has a secret—one that could shatter her family. She is in love with Hunter, her sister Helena’s husband, and the guilt is suffocating. So when their mother and Helena ask her to be Helena’s surrogate, Grace agrees, hoping this sacrifice will atone for her forbidden feelings. But carrying their baby might be the very thing that destroys her. If she is pregnant, once the baby is born, she knows she must leave—escape the torment of watching the man she loves build a life with someone else. But before she even finds out if she’s carrying their child, tragedy strikes, leaving Grace to pick up the broken pieces of their family. As grief and secrets collide, she is forced to navigate a path where love, loyalty, and betrayal blur, leading her toward an impossible choice.