Grace Dunphy Novels & Stories

"I think you look great in anything you wear, though. I'm glad you accepted to go out with me." "Thanks, Dwayne," Grace replied. She was going to explore the possibility of dating Mr Dwayne Bright. Enrique was being a jerk, he hadn't even called or texted her since Saturday night. His behaviour throughout the day had been totally unacceptable, he was being so hostile no matter what she did. It would make sense for her to grab lunch at an expensive restaurant with Dwayne after spending the day being shouted at. They got to the restaurant and Grace ordered exactly what Mr Bright did. They talked about her new role as Mr Black's assistant and she told Dwayne about her dyslexia and how Mr Black

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.”

I took a deep breath and walked into the den. “Yes, father?” I said when I walked into the den and he was sitting at his desk. He looked over at me. “Have a seat.” He said and I did as I was told. “I just received a phone call from Mr. Grace. He said he found you with his daughter tonight. You know Sadie Grace is a patient of mine and her father would like for you to stay away from her. What were you doing with this girl Jacob? She is a very troubled young lady and I don’t want you messing around with her.” I could feel myself becoming upset, but there would be no reasoning with my father.

I don't care if he pulls a bullet in me or anything to me, I was going to give him a piece of my mind. I turned back and saw him still standing, looking at me. I took a few steps closer to him. “To make you understand how hell you have made my life, let me start from the beginning where this all started,” I said, tears already gathering in my eyes. “I was just a normal nurse who had to work her ass off for my mum's treatment and my siblings' fees, then I stumbled on a wounded man with a gun. You must think that I would flee from you but no, Grace Green does that. In fact, she did the complete opposite and dragged that wounded man to safety and helped him. But guys, that was a bad move. A tea

I set the box down and let my eyes travel over the interior: scuffed floors, peeling wallpaper, a living room that could be cozy if you didn’t look too hard at the water stain on the ceiling. A new beginning, I told myself. It's not a perfect one. But one I can control. I was halfway back down the porch steps when I heard a car crunching over the gravel drive. I turned, already bracing because my body had learned to brace before it learned to trust. A small SUV rolled to a stop, and Grace climbed out like she owned the whole world and didn’t see why anyone else should argue with her about it. She was seventy two and still walked with the stubborn stride of someone who’d survived too much to

Xan said looking embarrassed. “That is incredibly thoughtful of you Xan!” Grace said hugging him the best she could. There was a knock at the door and Denug came in, he nodded and smiled at Grace. “Afternoon Grace, thanks for this morning, you have made Chynna very happy. She is looking dresses as we speak!” Denug said slightly embarrassed. “No need to thank me, she is lovely!” Grace said and Denug smile widened. “She is a special woman!" Denug said proudly.

"That’s just an excuse. After that wench Emily died, Bryden couldn’t handle it. If Vincent hadn’t been bedridden and at death’s door, he probably would’ve fought him over it." Grace, now working as a janitor at the nightclub, looked much older than her years, her once regal demeanor replaced by a tired and worn expression. But she hadn’t cut ties with Mandy yet.

Scott informed her and she nodded. "I'm ready to face all the consequences squarely" Grace said and Scott nodded too. "Go on" He said to her and she cleared her throat again. "My name is Grace Lars. I work at Best Care Hospital and Orphanage. I've been troubled lately and my conscience has been pulling me. I want to confess and also report a crime committed at the hospital" Grace said as she looked at nothing in particular. "Are you a part of the crime?" Scott suddenly said, calling Grace's attention.

Daisy felt confused and asked her mother. Grace was already in her sixties. However, because she had spent her life making herself more beautiful, she still looked relatively young and pretty. When she saw the four of them in the distance, her eyes lit up. She said, “Oh, you are right. How come Rene knows them so well? Daisy, who is that girl over there? Is she married?” Grace Miller was from Ireland and was a gentle and sweet woman. She spoke in a very kind way as if Alice were her friend.

Grace was twenty four and she had her sister's face without her sister's impulsiveness. She was waiting at Andrew Phillips's estate when they arrived, sitting in the kitchen with a mug she wasn't drinking from, her eyes showing the particular exhaustion of someone who had been frightened for a long time and was very close to the end of their ability to manage it. She looked up when Yuna walked in and something in her expression collapsed with relief, just briefly, before she composed it. "Thank you for coming," Grace said.