Grace Shen Novels & Stories

Moonlight ~ Ali Gratie Shane was the devils incarnate, and it wasn’t the muscles, the fat cock, or the broad shoulders that did it for me. Although those things were very much appreciated. It was the luscious black locks, obsidian eyes, and lips wet from my kiss. Only moments before had I been trying not to cry out in pain as I sneaked between his thighs, but my body forgot that little tidbit as soon as it knew he wanted me again.

Twenty nine years old. But no photos. Beside her, Sharon Grace also glanced at her, her eyes wide as a bronze bell. Sharon Grace raised her head, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "How old are you this year?" "Twenty-nine." Match!

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

He flashed a pained smile. We sat by the crackling fire in silence, mesmerised by the dancing flames, I stole a glance at Nathan. His hair, reflected a beautiful silver glow. The silence between us was comforting, as though our thoughts were seamlessly entwined with the whispers of the fire. It was in moments like these, where words seemed unnecessary, that I felt the true essence of companionship. “I'm Gwen.” I introduced myself. “Nathan.” He mumbled in reply. We sat in silence. I looked around, my head had already adjusted to where I was. It was the earth lady's cave!!. Not everyone could see it, nor could everyone rest here. How did Nathan have access.

Eden said and smirked. "Ugh, enough with the teasing. They're going to be here any moment now," Grace said as shy hysterically continued to fix every minuscule detail on herself. She was clearly very nervous and excited to see Theo. Eden had never seen Grace put in so much effort for a man. She had always been this strong, independent girl who only dressed up well to feel confident, and never to impress anyone. However, she enjoyed being the envy of every girl and the wish of every boy. Eden never felt threatened by Grace's beauty. She knew that she herself looked good. Though she never put much effort into making herself look beautiful by dieting or having a thorough skincare routine, she w

“God forbid I’m concerned about the investigation that will determine whether my life is gonna get more fucked or not.” Grace swirled her spoon through a chunk of chocolate with infuriating calm. “See, this is the difference between us. You spiral. I trust the process” Wren stared at her. “Grace, can you please not say anything for the next 10 minutes?” The unbothered Grace proceeded to lick her spoon. “I could spend those 10 minutes deciding on whether I should cut my hair before I meet with Horizon,…” and then she pulled on some strands of hair in front of her face. “Or maybe get some bangs again, that might make me look more into Elena’s character.”

She stood calmly, peering at Grace with skepticism. "Let's get to what we're here for, shall we? As much as I appreciate your gracious tour, I am more interested in what you want to know about the moonstone. Such a pagan thing, I would say, for you to even know about—" Mom was cut off by Grace, who had balled her hands into fists. Grace had gray-blonde hair that was pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She was taller than Mom but not taller than me, and I had to look down at her slightly as she spoke. She looked all business in her white and silver robes.

“Thank you, Mrs. Hebbs, again your knowledge on the subject of shifters and their behaviours is ever appreciated. That was Grace Hebbs, Luna of the First Lycan Pack. I’m afraid we don’t have a name for that pack as yet, as it’s name has yet to be awarded to it. Misses Hebbs is a human mate, a noted journalist, blogger, and podcaster. If you would like to know more about how you can follow her always informative programs, please go to this show’s website and follow the links provided.” The link ended, and Grace gave a sigh of relief. That was the third show in as many hours and the last one for today. She’d been racking in the pay for these appearances, and it would go a long way for many thi

The sharks had officially breached the perimeter of the glass cage. Grace’s pulse hammered violently against her ribs, her heart thumping so hard she could feel it in her throat. She was a business analyst—a woman who lived in the quiet, comforting world of spreadsheets, logic, and undeniable data trends. But raw logic was entirely useless in the face of a public execution. If she went out there and froze, the company would implode tonight, long before the morning markets could even open.

She asked and I bobbed my head. “Selene, if I am to be honest with you, you’re a professional in this line, for a beginner, you killed it. I’m a model and I’ve worn different dresses from different brands and I’ve gone to several balls and events, but I can proudly beat my chest and tell you that I’ve never seen something as simple and elegant as this, the simplicity is enthralling.” Grace appraised while clapping her hands for her making her blush.