Grace Tame Book Novels & Stories

When she finished her food, he stood up, gesturing to her to come with him. “Let’s go.”, he said. Grace followed him like a calf, after all, she didn't have any other option rather than following his orders. Grace was so engulfed in her thoughts that she didn’t bother to check her surroundings. She was thankful that Zayden didn’t say anything because she didn’t want to talk with him. All she was thinking about was ‘how will she explain everything to her mom?’. Even the drive was quiet. But she had no idea that the author was going to turn her life upside down soon! . #TBC

I could still remember how I did my best just to captured his heart regardless of all the painful words I received from him, but eventually, I succeeded in Taming the Cold-hearted Alpha. Our story ends in here, but this would be an unforgettable end for us because regardless of what we've experience, we remained, to each other, indestructible. The love we have for each other was eternal and no one can ever separate us because I, Sofia Dawson Grey, succeeded of Taming the Cold-hearted Alpha, Drake Grey. The end.

Everyone seemed to have found their happiness. Everyone except Harper because she had lost it. She had lost Saint. And the pain was constant. It didn't come in waves. No. The grief made her want to constantly cry. Even now, Harper fought her tears. She was all alone and didn't know what to do with herself. She had rejected her second mate, Liam, after the battle. He had been hiding in the castle when the enemy wolves attacked, and his pack had agreed he wasn't worthy of being their alpha.

The email arrived on a Thursday. It was short and direct in the way Clare’s communication always was. She was writing a book. Five years on from What They Bought. Not a sequel — a different project, wider in scope, looking at the landscape that had changed and the landscape that had not. She wanted to speak with Grace. Not as a subject. As a primary voice. There was a distinction, she wrote, and she wanted Grace to know she understood it. Grace read the email. She thought about it for two days before she replied.

And she was certain that the Moonstones would not think twice about taking the lives of even more Black Diamonds. And so, she ran. It was like she had never run before. The exhilaration she felt at the wind whipping through her wolf fur was like nothing she had ever experienced. It took all her self-control not to lose herself in the incredible sensations. Once Blake was safe, once she had done all she could to save Caspian and Austin, then she could marvel at the fact that she had just shifted for the first time. It was as they drew nearer to town that Grace started to slow. As if sensing her caution, Blake slowed with her. Remaining in the trees, well aware of what might happen if a curiou

“For her, I will kill anyone and anything that brings her pain and suffering. The alpha king isn’t excluded.” I quickly cleaned my tears when I heard hurried footsteps coming into the room. I turned and saw that it was Grace. When she entered the room, her breath hitched at the sight of Storme. Her face contorted in agony, and she stumbled toward the bed, falling to her knees beside it. She reached for Storme’s limp hand and held it tightly between her own, as if trying to warm it with sheer desperation. "My queen…" Grace’s voice broke into a sob. "I should never have left you. I should have fought harder. I should have—"

“Keira, no one’s perfect. People make mistakes—but we can choose to forgive. Learn to give new people a chance.” Her words lingered long after she left. When I finally locked the door, I leaned against it and let out a shaky breath. My heart hadn’t stopped racing—not from fear or anger... But from the ghost of Drake’s lips against mine. *** I tossed the towel aside and caught my reflection in the full-length mirror. My hair was a mess, my cheeks still flushed. The room was sleek—white and gray, modern and quiet. It almost felt too elegant for someone like me.

She couldn't wait to get to Finland Bistro. * * 🏩 Petersons’ Mansion 🏩 Jeremy busied himself with his laptop as he sat on the couch in his bedroom that fateful evening, working. A glass of wine on the small side table beside him. Amelia sat on the bed metres away, eating fruits and glancing intermittently at Jeremy who sat, ignoring her presence. She has arrived the Petersons’ mansion a few minutes ago, in a bid to spend the night with Jeremy, her proposed faincé, but obviously, he seems not to have noticed her presence, not to talk of knowing her reason for coming.

•Third Person• "So both of you did it?" Paris raised her right eyebrow and smirked. She hates those annoying voices and the dirty look they give to her, and as a payback she will let them see her change of attitude. "Of course, I never thought that he's such a hot and sexy alpha," Paris said while licking her lips. Those elders in front of her gasped and looked at her with disgust. "Why? Didn't you like it? I thought you wanted to know what happened between us? Alpha Lucas touched—"

dragging the girl along the ground with her. "Mama.. mama.." I reach out and tried to grab the figure.. to stop it from dragging the girl but I only catch empty air. I stared helplessly at the girl.. right then it began... it starts raining heavily but the girl didn't give up. She continues clinging onto the dress and crying so hard. Though she is shaking from the cold, she still didn't let go until she passed out. . . Writer's POV Andre woke up as he felt Debby's death grip on him... He turns on the bedside lamp and notice she's turning uncomfortably... like she's having a bad dream.