Grace Shen Novels & Stories

To avoid further eye contact, Ellaine looked down and surprisingly found the red pouch at her feet. “By any chance, is this the pouch you’re looking for?” The woman’s face lit up, “Ah, yes! Thank you.” And with one last glance she turned around and walked towards the shop she came from. Ellaine was left entranced by the woman. She had mystic about her radiating everywhere. Her bracelet adorned with gems around twisted silver and gold caught the sunlight as the eccentric woman reached for the door. “Wait!” Something in the way the woman stared at her made Ellaine disappointed to let her go away. It was as if the woman had a full understanding of the world and found it easy to read other’s tho

She can lead this once. I am naturally intrigued by Sincere Rose, only because of her genetic make-up and DNA. Shifters are still a mystery in some ways, and I was happy to have the chance to come face to face with one. Sitting here, across from this woman now, there was another mystery arising, something else that piqued my interest, and it was the way she was avoiding eye contact.

Grace, a pillar of strength despite her physical frailty, exuded a sense of resilience and determination in the face of adversity. "How dare you utter such disrespectful words about your own father?" Grace admonished, her voice resonating with a mix of authority and concern, as she made her way into the room with measured steps. Behind her, Susan, Giovanni's stepmother, followed silently, her presence serving as a testament to the unity and support within the family, even in the midst of turmoil.

Right now, she needed to focus on her and Ray. She wanted to look nice for Ray, so she went into her closet and picked out one of her favorite dresses. It was a backless halter dress in the color emerald green that came to just below her knees. She picked out a pair of black strapless sandals. She didn’t need any fancy footwear. The ceremony would be held at the pack field and she wouldn’t actually need shoes. She wouldn’t need clothes either, but she had no intention of showing up in front of Ray’s pack naked. She’d keep her clothes on in public until absolutely necessary, thank you very much.

She scoffs," your house? Oh honey this is my family house. It's not yours not does it belong to anyone but the Verlice." I open my mouth but she's called by someone behind me. " Shantel! Don't." I met Grace's gaze right as she starts climbing up the stairs towards us. "Well well well, if it isn't the embodiment of bareness herself." I look up at shantel and admire her beauty. She has painted her lips in a red tint, her body is adorned by a short black body-cone dress with an elaborate design on the chest that covers one breast individually and below them a gold belt. Her hair is styled in a wave that cascades down to her back. While mine is in loose curls from the shower I just took.

I still feel powerless at times, unable to help her. “Doing well. Seeing Grace later.” Smiling, I fall into step beside her, and we head back toward the house. Grace is my father’s sister, the antithesis of my mother in every way. While my mother can be stern, Grace is gentle. A Buddhist who loves gardening and practices yoga every morning, she’s a positive influence. I still hope my mother’s sharp edges will soften, but after all this time, I doubt it. The only people she’s ever been tender and nurturing to are Lilly and Levi. Perhaps she sensed they needed it when I showed up at Thanksgiving years ago with two additional mouths to feed and no prior notice.

“Condition?” I nodded. “Grace was one of the most popular girls in our school back when we were in senior high. She’s elegant . . . full of grace. Just like her name. Grace Amélie. Masayahin siyang tao. Transparent din. She’s very true to herself, that’s why I never really think that we have a problem that time.” I sighed as I remembered how I saw her the first time she hurt herself. ~~~ “Grace, why do you have a knife in your bag?!” I asked, angry.

Grace steps forward. “What are you growing here?” She asks and the woman puts down her spade and pulls off her gloves. “I’m happy to give you a quick tour if you’d like.” “I would love that.” Grace says, looking at me. I nod in agreement. It will be good to know what we can grow here versus what we need to buy. “I’m Maddison.” She says, extending her hand. Grace steps up, shaking her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Maddison. I’m Grace and this is Eli.”

Mrs Ling said shocked. “It is one of her many talents, she is also a Doctor!” Xan said proudly. “A Doctor? She will make a fine Phoenix!"Mrs Lang said as she walked off to get some Rose Green Tea. Grace heard Hank grunt, just loud enough to remind them they were been watched. “So, Grace you are a Doctor?"Xan asked casually “Yes, I graduated from Sheffield University, as I was luckily enough to get a scholarship there. After that, I worked for the World Health Organisation in the infectious disease department!” Grace said.

I put the watch back where I found it, there is no point in speculating. I open the fourth drawer and find women’s items in it. At first I think they must be Sabrina’s, maybe they lived together for a while, but when I look closer I realize they are Grace’s. There’s a golden pendant with a G engraved on it, a pink nail polish, a red lipstick, a sweater, and some documents inside a folder. I grab the folder and I open it. It contains some of the motivational speeches Grace used to give as the face of the Ministry of Females. She was a very talented speaker. I start to read the speeches, I recall some of them because I saw videos of them in First School. She was so perfect in every way. Maybe