Grace Millane Autopsia Novels & Stories

" She? The person is a she. Why do ladies always die when they are with you Ray? This is like what the third time I have been called because of a woman, you sure are a busy man" " Where the fuck are you, I spent money on her and can't let her die like this" " She won't die. Use a pillow to elevate her head," The clock hit 8 am and among the first people in the X'tra Mall was Grace. She was so prepared to meet Vivian again and had even cooked some of her favorite meals when she was a child. She doesn't know if she will still like them but at least her heart and mind are in the right place. She waited and waited, walking around the rendezvous point and even taking a stroll around the whole Mal

How could she jump and die? Lucien Gray Quickly takes someone down to see. Grace Lauren has been taken to the emergency room. Lucien Gray and Grandfather Gray looks at each other outside the door. They are more confused. Just as Nelson is settled down and he is going to question her, she jumps down? How coincidently! What is she avoiding?

Ethan Shaw is dead. His face has been destroyed and his limbs severed. When his body reaches the morgue, the person who performs the autopsy is his own wife, Dr. Vivian Sullivan. She is a cool, rational professor of forensic pathology, and she is the woman Ethan loved for more than a decade. Six years ago he lost his voice saving her life, and she married him because of it. In all the years that followed, she remembered every one of his follow-up appointments yet never once remembered his birthday. She tended his injuries, but gave every ounce of warmth and favor she had to his younger brother. Right up until the moment he died, Ethan was calling her, over and over. And she hung up on h

Levy gritted out. “Or what?” “Where. Is. He?” “Dead.” A casual shrug. “He’s dead.” Levy’s mouth dropped open, a strangling sound emerging. “You killed him?” “Yes. Yes, I did.” Grace threw her legs over the mattress, and winced. They must be paining her, he thought, wishing he were there to ease her hurts. She straightened. “Now, let’s go home. I’m eager to sleep in my own bed.”

Margret, Veronica, June, Joana, and John were the ones the officers had a hard time controlling as they tried to get to Grace who was at the other side getting interrogated by one of the policemen. "Can you explain what happened here miss?" Grace wasn't listening when the police officer standing in front of her asked the question the first three times. She sat on a bench, staring at Raymond's body which was already in a body bag, fragments of pictures flashing in her head, a constant reminder of what she had done. "Miss, are you okay?" "Yeah, sure... Uhm, I don't remember anything." The officer frowned. "You know there's no need to lie right? We will still figure it all out later."

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

Grace is breathing heavily when she pushes the other girl's hands aside and pops the clasp herself. "You're my Grace, only mine, my only Pearl" Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skilfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace.

She patted her unwrinkled gown, a task which must have taken her long-suffering personal maid hours with the smoothing stones. Ava held her tongue, hoping her wince had gone unnoticed. “Damn!” “It’s easily sorted,” Finn said. She told herself she wouldn’t look at him. It was too distracting. The urge to pee came from nowhere and she tried to think of something else, pressing her legs together beneath the concealing dress. “True. What do I care if they call me a child murderer?” Grace was inspecting her fingernails now, having pointedly displayed her earrings, an ancient pair which had once belonged to their mother. Her attire was powder blue in colour and made a brilliant setting for the sil

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

My broken body was placed in a body bag and sent to my dad’s office. Soon, my severed limbs were discovered and immediately brought to him. Capt. Lister stood at the autopsy table with a frown, pointing at my fingers. “Luke, look, the deceased’s fists are tightly clenched, but her right middle finger was forcibly broken. Could it be because she was wearing an identifiable piece of jewelry there?” “It’s possible,” my dad confirmed with a nod. Capt. Lister hesitated as he looked at him.