Grace Tame Book Novels & Stories

he asked, tightening his hold as he swiftly glanced at Serena. Grace’s lips quirked up, her eyes conveying absolutely nothing. She knew that a day would come when her own blood would attempt to kill her. “I see you are nothing like your father.” She clutched the book tightly. “Dorian, the book!” the girl gasped out. Grace cursed under her breath. She tried to break free, but her son was quick. He snatched the book from her hold while the other stayed on her neck. She understood that the opportunity had slipped away and that if she stayed for long, she might just be killed. Therefore, summoning all her powers, she teleported.

"Please, mistress, you have been unwell. Allow me to assist you." "Stay where you are," Grace warned her. Until she figured out what was going on, she would trust no one. And without trust, there would be no touching. The girl froze in place. "Whatever you order, mistress. Did you want me to get something for you?" "No, uh, I just want to grab something from over there." Grace trudged forward. The mat fibers were as soft as they seemed and nuzzled her bare feet, tickling the sensitive regions between her toes. She walked slowly, allowing the uncertainty to drain from her abused limbs. By the time she swiped up the book and turned, she felt normal. Still, the girl had not moved. Her arm exten

Author's POV "I don't know what are you talking about" Bella shrugged and walked out of the Library without wasting time. "Weird as fuck!" Dom groaned. Grace ignored both of them and grabbed the book from shelf. "I said don't touch it..." Dom walked towards her to snatch the book. Grace quickly stepped back hid it behind her back. "I won't give it back until and unless you tell me why..." Dom grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her back, Grace gasped when he slammed her against the shelf.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

I whispered. She shrugged. “It wasn’t so bad at first. I had a few books that they allowed me, which I read over and over. I dreamed. I meditated, I spoke to my wolf. But it compounds, you know? Eventually, you start wishing for the torture to start, if only so you can feel a connection.” “But then you came,” Grace went on, gesturing to Nicholas. “You were such a fucking prick. You yelled at me, slammed your hands on the table, threatened me. It was the first real contact I’d had with another person in years.”

She raised the bunny to the sun and said, "We're a match made in heaven." I smiled at her, grateful that my special abilities were useful for once. I waved my hands and the butterflies flew away from my body. I walked towards Grace, leaving Jaime and her new pet Roots. Grace said, "You do know the charm doesn't just work on animals do you?" "Say what now?" I said, confused at her words. "I have a little book that I'm sure you'll find very helpful, if you're interested that is." I nodded. "Sure! Yes, please. I'd like to know more about this charm."

I smile at her. Her blonde hair hangs in two long braids by her ears. It reaches well past her shoulders. She shakes slightly as she approaches me. Amelia sends a pitied glace at the girl then turns and disappears from the door, closing it behind her. "Are you Grace?" she asks in a barely audible voice. I nod. "Yes." She looks at the floor and moves her foot along the carpet timidly. "Are you really going to take me away from here?" She looks into my eyes then and I smile gently. "I am.”

Grace pretended to be terrified, but dozens of powerful men appeared behind her, encircling Chad and Braum. Braum panicked. "Grace, what are you doing?" Grace sneered, staring at Chad, "This kid has his eyes on my rough stone; he must've noticed something. Tell me—what's the good stuff inside?" Braum thought Grace made sense and asked Chad, "What did you see? Please tell us." Chad smiled bitterly. "I'm trying to save you. What's inside isn't good; it's lethal!" "Nonsense!" Grace laughed arrogantly. "I want to see what's inside! Smash it open!"

GRACE! BOOK 1 Intro; In the suffocating stillness of a Southern church town located in Ashwick Georgia, Grace the pastor’s daughter has spent her entire life being watched, measured, and molded into holiness and the graceful figure she should grow into. Golden-haired Grace who’s never been prideful, sinful, She dresses modestly because she had been taught that a woman’s body is a temptation and temptation is a weapon. Her principled life has always been one she had been born into, But inside her?

“Grace believes too. That’s what makes her dangerous and exploitable. Belief blinds you to the angles of the board. Grace will walk straight into the fire if she hears her child’s cry.” At that, Catherine flinched just slightly but Vivienne saw it. “You’re… really going to use Nova like that?” Catherine asked quietly. “She’s just a baby.” “Just a baby,” Vivienne repeated, the words cold, clinical. “And the strongest chain I could place around Grace’s neck. The girl will come crawling on her knees the moment she hears that child whimper. Noah will follow, because he thinks he’s her savior and then…” She tapped her pen against the notebook, a sharp staccato. “Checkmate.”