Grace Shen Novels & Stories

If it was not for her, then she doesn't know how she would have survived this long in this house. Bless her! Grace is a beautiful old woman who has a strong personality. Her golden hair and brown shades, hazelnut eyes, and smooth skin make her look younger than her age. Grace is passionate about the things she does. It is very rare, or would rather say, once in a blue moon; it happens that she is behind her schedule. Unlike on other days, today Grace ran late. So, she asked Fiona to set the plate for Justin.

“They’re human consciousness fragments… preserved.” Adanna stepped closer. “No, they’re messages. Echoes left behind.” She activated her wrist console and projected the first decrypted stream. A woman’s voice filled the chamber soft, intelligent, heartbreakingly familiar. “If you’re hearing this, it means the system still breathes. My name is Grace Elora Vance. We built Eden to protect love — and they turned it into a weapon. If you’re still fighting… don’t let them rewrite what it means to be human.”

Not a creation. Just Grace.

The servant immediately turned around and obeyed Shaina’s order. “I’m just checking the chairman’s blood pressure,” said Grace, and she approached the gentleman. Grace knew that Shaina would not leave her husband’s presence, and she kept on watching her. That’s how active she is in watching over her husband, and that’s the story of her father. She just needs to have time to get close to Travis alone to carry out her plan.

Being invisible hurt less than being hated. “Can you believe this day is finally here?” someone whispered nearby. “Grace was born for this,” another replied. “She fits him perfectly.” I kept my gaze lowered, but the words still found me. They always did. I shifted the tray in my hands, forcing myself to keep moving. If I stopped, if I allowed myself to feel too much, I might break in a way that could not be hidden. Grace appeared moments later, stepping into the square like she belonged at its center. Her dress shimmered softly, hugging her figure, every detail carefully chosen. She looked radiant, untouched by fear or doubt.

One lady said while raising the glass towards her. "Thank you Ms. Layla..." Grace smiled. "Pleasure to have you here." Not all people knows that Grace Was once Dominick's wife because he kept her away from the cameras because of his overprotectivenss. "Hmm... Nice dress" Grace clenched her jaw when she saw shasha in front of her. "Silver!... Be careful of wine" She smirked. Shasha was wearing black dress and it was beautiful, little revealing but beautiful. Her Ash grey hair was making her look stunning.

Every step she took in her heels radiated quiet strength. Reporters hadn’t been informed of her identity ahead of time—just that someone tied to the Élan G scandal would be appearing at this hour and place. That was reason enough not to miss it. Then came whispers: Isn’t she the Bellavance heiress? Escorted safely to center stage, Grace stood tall and steady. Her presence was cool, composed, and commanding—exactly as rehearsed. "I'm Grace Bellavance. For the past three years, I've served as the lead creative force behind Élan G—anonymously until now..."

Who in their right mind gives away such a valuable thing to a stranger? "Girls will you excuse us for a moment, I know it's a bit rude to leave you in an unknown aviromant but Sebastian and I have some hoseting to do. I'm sure you understand." Grace says as she gets up and walks over to her son. I'm still trying to read her, from what Love has told me about her she seems a good person... with things to hide. People who tend to help others keep secrets are usually the ones who are the best at hiding their own. I would know. There’s a certain air of mystery around Grace, the way she holds herself it’s almost as if she’s always thinking two steps ahead, anticipating the reactions of everyone ar

In just 10 minutes, I had slipped into a sleek long dress with a daring thigh-high slit. From the depths of my suitcase, I retrieved a black velvet box and flipped it open. The black pearl necklace inside shimmered with an otherworldly luster in the soft light. Slipping it on, the cool pearls lay against my collarbone, a silent statement of elegance. The reflection staring back at me did not seem ready for a charity gala. She looked poised for battle. The gala was set to begin at eight. I made my entrance at 10. Alice, clad in a shimmering silver gown, was mid-laughter with the elite when her eyes caught mine. Her laughter died, her complexion draining of color.

One by one, my belongings were cleared out of the master bedroom and dumped into the guest room. The pain in my knees was excruciating. I fainted several times, only to be splashed awake with cold water by the guards and forced to continue kneeling. The icy water soaked through my clothes, sending violent shivers through my body, but it was nothing compared to the freezing of my heart.