Grace James And Caden Shaw Novel Novels & Stories

I would only be satisfied when she felt the same pain I once did. Just then, a sleepy voice cut through the tension. "Who's making all that noise first thing in the morning?" Grace appeared beside me, wearing loose pajamas. Only then did I realize that she was taller than Madison. She wrapped one arm around my waist like it was second nature, then looked Madison up and down. "You really came all the way to my house to find him?" Madison swallowed hard but stood her ground. "Don't get cocky. I'm the one Mr. Vaughn personally approved as Caleb's future wife."

"I'm not leaving my husband. Or Aiden. Or my life. Because you don't get to decide that." "I can destroy you!" "Try it. See what happens." Grace stepped closer. "You think you're powerful? You think your money and your name scare me? They don't. I've dealt with worse than you." Catherine's hands were shaking. From anger. "You'll regret this." "Maybe. But at least I won't be your puppet." Grace walked away. Left Catherine standing there. Furious. She went straight back to the cabin. Aiden was on his laptop.

Shawn hit the nail on the head. Grace smiled bashfully upon being called out. Then, she focused on the stack of books. "Are these all yours?" "Yeah, Zain didn't want to sell them. He said they wouldn't fetch much, so they've been kept as a memento." Grace squatted down and browsed through the books. She noticed that they were books from a long time ago. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she picked up a book from the floor. "Criminolo—" Before she could finish, Shawn snatched it away and mustered a smile. "I wanted to join the police academy."

The four billion dollars split three ways, with James getting his cut from his son's share. Blood money buying diamond rings and family harmony. Madison sat across from me, perfectly positioned to catch every micro-expression on Cade's face. She'd changed since we'd arrived, into a dress that was somehow both appropriate for family dinner and designed to remind Cade exactly what he was missing. The kiss at the door had been a declaration of war. And now she was settling in for a siege. "So tell me," Mom said, adding what looked like an obscene amount of butter to her already butter-laden mashed potatoes, "where did you and Scarlett go? Since my daughter has refused to say anything, maybe you

"Where is Grace?" The council members glanced at each other, some curious, others wary. James kept his expression neutral as he cleared his throat. "She’s moved most of her belongings to Lucas's territory," he reported. "They’re currently shopping in the neutral lands." "Shopping?" My voice came out sharper than intended, and James hesitated. "Yes, Alpha." My wolf roared, and I clenched my fists at my sides, fighting the urge to crush something. Anything. So, that’s how it was? She couldn’t even wait for the formal ceremony before prancing around neutral packs as if her position here didn’t matter anymore. She didn’t seem to care about our bond. About the years we had spent together as Alpha

But without a rider's weight pressing down on it, it would not pierce the animal's flesh. Even so, Caden remained restless. He clutched the caltrop as he lay in bed, unease written across his face. It was only after drinking a cup of warm milk that he finally drifted to sleep. Grace listened to the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing before exhaling slowly herself. She cast a glance at Lyra, then rose and left with her. Seated in the quiet of her own chambers, Grace removed her hairpins, her expression composed and serene.

The third contained books, a laptop, and a handwritten note: Welcome to the family, dear girl. Take care of my grandson. He needs someone like you more than he knows. - Grace Maddison sank onto the bed, overwhelmed. Twenty-four hours ago, she'd been facing marriage to Gerald Whitmore. Now she was living in a penthouse, married to a man who'd saved her life, surrounded by luxury she'd never imagined. And she'd never felt more alone. A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. Claire poked her head in. "Mrs. Chen? There's another delivery. Wine, from Mrs. Grace. She sent a note saying you should share it with Mr. Chen tonight. To celebrate."

"Go on. Eat it with milk. Tell Mary to prepare some for you." "I am not a child, you know?" Grace took hold of the pan. "Well, if you don't want it, we can give it to people who do." Gracie rolled her eyes and strode off holding the cookie pan. Jessie walked up to the door and flung it open. When James got close to her, she started to laugh. "Goodness gracious. You didn't call to say you would be here. We haven't heard from you in months after the... the case." She cleared her throat as she made her final remark slowly. "But you are here now." Her expression returned to one of excitement. "Come on over and hug me." She leaned in for a hug, but James gently repelled her.