Grace Shen Novels & Stories

In Loving Memory Of: Lydia-Marie James Mitchell. Loving wife and mother. March 5, 1979-June 30, 2014 ~~~ Once met, never forgotten. Uncompromisingly unique. Generous of heart, constant of faith. Remembered with love.

As their laughter faded, Althea spoke again. “You should know—I don’t like what Selena did either. The way she speaks, the way she places herself—it’s not acceptable. But we won’t fight noise with more noise.” Josh nodded slowly, though his feelings hadn’t fully settled. A moment later, light footsteps sounded from the corridor. Grace appeared, her hair still slightly damp, wearing a thin sweater and casual pants. Her face was bright, her eyes sparkling. A servant followed behind her, repeatedly reminding the child to watch her step.

“Oooh my maiden heart…. The love is real I can’t take it anymore!!” “Mrs. Chang,” Caleb said politely. “Hello, nice to meet you. Could you please introduce yourself?” Grace smiled. “Hello, everyone, I am Grace Steels, Anna’s mother and also Martin’s wife.” “From what I know, Mr. Chang came back to America and decided to never go back China and this was all because he met you,” Caleb said. “I don’t know if you could let us know, how did you two get to know each other?”

the perfect camouflage. Grace would never forgive her beloved daughter's actions. She was one hundred percent sure that Fania's brain was being washed and influenced by this man named Sean. “How are you... Mrs. Mer-” “Don't call me that,” Grace snapped with a hateful look. She sat down a good distance away from Sean's position. What Grace had just said made Sean smile slightly. Trying to understand whatever Grace said with a full heart; Sean's patience was truly as wide as the ocean. “How are you, Mrs. Grace. I hope the invitation you gave me wasn't to ask me to leave your daughter.”

“Yes dear. Already on it” Grace really is a supreme woman. A former luna but a physician too. She runs the pack hospital. She doesn’t need to work or have an occupation since dad had done so well for himself but she loves doing it. Ok, I need to focus on… well, nothing i guess since Zak gave me the afternoon. “Kalen, let’s stretch our legs”. I could feel him eagerly stretching, ready to burn some energy. For some reason I have so much nervous energy right now which is making me uncomfortable.

If Selena had not mentioned it herself, even Qiana would have remained unaware. Qiana nodded. "Yes, Lady Sinclair is Lena's mentor. She taught her medicine, as well as passed on her battle strategy and understanding of governance. And her husband, Lucian, once famed throughout the Southern Frontier as a Warbringer, is Lena's mentor as well. He personally trained her in martial arts."

"Of course!" Grace said. Moving to my side, she linked her arm with mine in a friendly gesture. It was as though we were on very good terms. She continued, "Not only is she an incredibly skilled researcher, but she's also my sister-in-law—which means she's also a member of the Hardwell family. So, Mr. Slate, any accusations of her being an academic fraud must be a misunderstanding!" Upon hearing how solemn Grace was, Mitchell couldn't help but look at me.

I pulled up my laptop, searched for news about GRACE's IPO. The offering was scheduled for six weeks from now. Projected valuation of two billion dollars. Grace would personally net over a billion from the sale. All of it built on the narrative that she was a survivor, a feminist icon, a mother protecting her children from the men who'd wronged her.

Once. “Purple lilies,” she said. Then, after a beat, “And Bailey, your password system is ridiculous.” Bailey sniffed. “Ungrateful people everywhere.” James opened the door. Cold rain swept in. Grace came through first. She wore her old blue cardigan over her nightgown, rubber boots on her feet, and an expression that suggested she was deeply annoyed with everyone currently alive. A bandage had been wrapped around her left forearm. Soot smudged one cheek. Her silver hair had come loose from its braid.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.