Novel & Cerita Grace Millane Autopsia

"Yeah, Mom. Where are you?" "I'm out shopping. Come join me." Janice wasn't in the mood to shop, but Grace was a shopping addict. She would go out every day, buying things or getting beauty treatments. She never stayed idle. She wasn't feeling great. But once she calmed down, thoughts of Wade came back. In the end, she closed her eyes and said, "Alright, send me the location." Grace ended the call cheerfully. Janice quickly got changed and stepped outside. She wasn't a meticulous type. There was hardly any sign of a wealthy heiress about her. She wore a casual outfit, keeping things simple and practical.

Amanda’s POV The monitor keeps screaming its single unbroken tone. “Time of death 2:55 pm” I hear the words but they barely register. All I hear is that damn tone. All I can see is Grace. Still under the harsh exam-room lights. Blood still smeared across her abdomen. Her three tiny bundles already being cleaned and wrapped by the nurses. No. Not her. Not Grace. I stare at my hands. They are shaking. Covered in her blood.

“A hunter did.” I held out the card. Grace read it without touching it. Her mouth tightened. Then she moved to the chair by the fire and sat down like her knees had finally remembered her age. I remained standing. If I sat, I might fall apart. “Was Lila’s baby really gone?” I asked. Grace looked at the fire. The flames popped softly, bright and domestic, completely inappropriate for the shape of the moment. “Yes,” she said. The room held still. Then she added, “But not dead.”

"You should have stayed in custody, Catherine. Walking out was the thing that told everyone exactly how frightened you are." Senator Merrill looked at the room. At Grace. At Elena and Alexander in the doorway. At Richard sitting across from her. At Diane by the window. She had come here to eliminate the last witness. She had walked into a room full of them instead. "It is over," Grace said simply. Senator Merrill looked at her. For a long moment she said nothing. Then she sat down in the chair nearest to her. Not with dignity. Not with the controlled grace she had carried through everything else.

She had just received some… interesting news. Grace Silverton had been killed. The order had come from Alex’s men. The problem? Alex was dead. Which meant someone else had pulled the trigger. Her eyes darkened. She hated loose ends. And she hated people making moves behind her back even more. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. “Find out who authorized Grace Silverton's execution,” she ordered coldly. “And when you do…” She smirked, tapping the blade against the table. “Make sure they regret it.” she said

Years back I would have said yes immediately but I had changed because it suddenly felt wrong to kill a human for my benefit. "Nevermind, it appears that Grace is going to do the honors," Sathanas chuckled and I turned and shook my head. I could see Grace whispering into the woman's ear and see the pretty woman's eyes darting back and forth in fright. Her heartbeat was racing and uneven. I closed my eyes as the minx fell to the floor in cardiac arrest. Grace tried laying down on top of the woman as several doctors began cpr. I covered my face to keep myself from laughing out loud at the way Grace was prodding the half dead woman trying desperately to possess her perfect body.

Jareth’s phone starts to ring and he gets distracted. “I guess some justice is better than none,” I mutter before I exit the house. The moment I open Leopold’s main door I find him talking angrily on the phone while Mabel follows him looking worried. “Where were you?! How did you let this happened?!” Leopold exclaims practically shouting. “You were aware of all the threats she received! Your job was to take care of her!” “What happened?” I ask Mabel in a whisper. “Mother Addison was murdered. The Eels put a bomb on her vehicle, she died during the explosion, just like…” Mabel can not finish her sentence because she becomes overwhelmed by emotion but I know exactly what she was going to say:

his pregnant wife stood up and walk upstairs leaving John to his own thinking. Just like time flies, it’s already a week since Amanda was poisoned and a day to the award night, the mansion security team are still tracing the man whose DNA were found in Grace. Amanda as been discharged from the hospital, celine and kaila always keeps her company but She still looses her last memories every time she wake up which is getting Aaron worried everyday. The maids have been trying to summon courage to go tell their madam that Grace has not return since the day she left for her sister who gave birth but were scared because their boss is always around her and they don’t want their boss to know about it

Some gunned rushed to the hallway down from where she was. "Stop right there" a man screamed. The zombie Grace took to her heels. She was trailed by gunfire. Eight hours earlier. Grace and Raymond strolled hand in hand in the cemetery. Grace was carrying some flowers. They stopped at a headstone which read 'Emily Brunt, 1973-2009' Grace put down the flower. She knelt beside it. He looked at Raymond's face above. Her face was clouded with tears. Raymond massaged her on the shoulder.