Grace Tame Book Novels & Stories

I'll do everything to court her and make her in love with me again. "Sir? Your guest is waiting," Grace said, my new investor that hired herself as my secretary. This girl has been flirting with me for almost a year, and still not getting tired of it. Gosh. "Go away, Grace. I don't need a speck of dirt here," I said. She rolled her eyes and walked away with a heavy step. She's throwing a tantrum and it's getting on my nerves! Come on, give me a break, girl!

It was a historical classical romance novel. The person knocked on the door again and I sighed, standing up. I made a mental note of the page I was reading and I hurried to the door, opening the door. My forehead slightly creased into a frown as I saw that it was Craig. Why was he here? "Sorry to disturb you, have you seen the Alpha?" Craig asked and I slowly let go of the door, confused by the question. "Damian- no, I haven't seen him today," I replied and Craig looked a bit worried getting me curious.

the pain that it had us feeling was bad enough for me to curl into a ball but never enough to fully relieve the pain that we were feeling, I was growing weaker from not accepting my mate which I was okay with because that meant so was he. Grace introduced herself and I to grace and I made sure to not growl at this bimbo, she seemed to be timid and weak..but there was a sense of auhority in her voice and eyes when looking at someone that was being rude to Cherry or herself. She seemed to know not to speak out of turn but also showed that if she was able to she would really tear into someone, her teeth was something I was curious of..Cherry always brushed and flossed her teeth and would even e

Her hair still smelled faintly of whatever shampoo she'd stolen from his side of the shower, and somehow, that stupid little detail calmed something in his chest. "How was your day?" he asked. He was still recovering from the panic that had grabbed him by the throat just minutes earlier. But Grace didn't answer immediately. Instead, she closed the book gently, as if setting down something precious. She didn't look at him right away. Just rose from the couch with that same humble grace she always carried, sleeves of his sweater brushing past her fingertips as she stood. Her feet were bare. Her hair a little messy. But to him, she might as well have been stepping out of a dream.

I was not about to end up like those idiots, pampered and caged until they were good for nothing. Edward stayed quiet, just watching me, like he was sizing up a product. "Let's eat first." The rest of dinner passed in silence. Afterward, in the corridor, Alice was waiting for me. She moved in closer, her voice a hushed threat, "Listen: you better figure out where you stand." "And where's that?" I gave her a dismissive smile, unfazed by her venom. "A street rat from the slums." Her arrogance was palpable, yet it had a different flavor than Catherine's haughtiness.

I was tempted to ask if her book was titled The Chronicles of My Secret Crush on Dax Donomie. We wrapped up the writing tips, but Grace wasn’t done talking. No, she seamlessly transitioned into telling me about her life or, more accurately, her life with Dax. “Dax is grouchy but such a gentleman,” she gushed, clasping her hands like she was narrating a fairy tale. Grouchy, gentleman? What the heck was that? “Even when he looks like he could kill anyone who dares to annoy him, deep down, he’s so kind.”

I was defeated. She cleared my desk, dropping every book and bible to the floor, I fought the urge to pick them up as I sat her up on it. She smiled, putting her arms up. I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Her nipples hardened from the cool air, and I moved closer, brushing my fingers over them. As a teen, I had my fair share of women, but none of them struck me this way, not even the woman I spent years married to. I dropped my pyjama pants and fisted my cock, it was so hard it was pulsing, leaking with pre cum. “Put it in,” Grace ordered, her voice laced with every ounce of sin I wanted to taste.

Zade pleaded and his eyes twinkled with some fresh tears. “I don't read my books backwards, Mr. Meadows,” Grace said with a blank face. There was no trace of softness in her face and her eyes were cold too. The door opened with a ding and Grace walked away stepping on the crushed rose. This time Zade felt like she had stepped on his heart and walked away. He closed his eyes and pulled himself together to go on.

Grace was sitting on our bed staring into space as she ran her fingers through Tate's hair over and over again - he was fast asleep. "Hey." I whispered, pushing the door further open and stepping inside. Grace's eyes bounced in my direction and she smiled. "Hey... how did it go?" She looked hopeful and I hated disapointing her. I shook my head and her smile faded. "Alexis is smart. It's easy to forget because she masks it so well beneath all the crazy." Grace chuckled softly as I sat down on the bed next to her. I kissed the top of Tate's head before kissing my beautiful mate.

The writing is befouled and hard to read. A split second and the whole world has stopped moving. The Iron Guard has finally reached her. Tammy escapes a muted scream chocking for air the entire time she reads the letter. She has less than 48 hours to give herself over. If she tells anyone about it, they will put a bullet in her grandma's head. Any failure to comply and Grace dies. The rest are the instructions of how to get through the walls and into the outside world. She folds the letter with trembling hands and shoves it in her pocket, along with the blood specimens.