Grace Tame Book Novels & Stories

I gasped for air and my heartbeat began to slow down, but when I saw my mother's locket, I suddenly remembered why I should win this fight. I growled and twisted my body. Alpha Lawrence went on his feet with eyes widely open as if he was having deja vu, and then I gave the other girl a hard kick on her stomach before I slammed the other on the ground, I saw him getting left in awe like he didn't expect it to happen.

he said. Chloe walked right on past him, and left the room. Just as she crossed the threshold, someone put their foot out. She didn’t see it until the last possible moment, and she went flying. Her books were flung from her arms as she cried to catch herself. The corridor erupted in laughter as she landed. She winced as pain shot through her hands. She’d landed a little funny, but nothing could ever save her from the embarrassment of Alfie witnessing it. Scrambling to her feet, she grabbed her book and kept on walking. Her face was on fire.

Aamon’s Point of View Having Grace back in my life was a blessing I would never again take for granted. It wasn't just the physical desire between us but an all-consuming passion that completed every aspect of our beings. We were two halves of a whole, constantly craving each other's touch and control. But right now, in this moment, I needed to dominate her, and she surrendered herself to me so willingly, igniting a fire within us both. Grace was more than just a lover. She was my soulmate - a rarity that only intensified my insatiable lust for her.

Not a journal. Just raw words. Unfiltered pain. The kind of writing that made her hands shake and her heart steady at the same time. And somewhere between midnight and morning, she realized something. She wasn’t waiting to be rescued anymore. She wasn’t some delicate thing trapped in a castle. She was changing. Becoming steel wrapped in silk. And if Luciano Moretti thought he’d broken her? He hadn’t seen anything yet.

Chapter 18 Possessive *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne After talking to Denver that day, everything went smoothly between them. She was just glad that the beast inside him was already being tamed… at least for the time being. She was grateful that he gave her his trust – in him.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me, “Is it because of your wolf or your mate that you look so sad?” “It’s just…” I looked down, unable to answer. “Hey, don’t stress too much about it. Some are late bloomers. I think. But you will get your wolf, and even know who your mate will be. So, worry about yourself for now. Okay?” “Okay.” I faked a smile. “Now, let’s start with something very simple.” Grace suggested, reaching for the tea set on the nearby table, “Would you like some tea?” I nodded gratefully, and she poured us both a cup. Her technique was exceptional, she then began sharing her stories of her past in detail. Continuing her own experiences of navigating in a high society world, an

She said in a low voice appealing to Tamera's conscience. "You can't fool me Grace and you know I was getting to that, you've learned a few tricks heh?". Tamera laughed thankful her friend was growing a bone. "I could never fool the queen herself, now could I?". Grace said laughing as she walked to her drawer to select her clothes. "You know you can't, anyway how are you preparing, are you scared or anxious?" Tamera asked more serious. Grace thought for a while weighing her scattered emotions. " I am scared and anxious and also happy, you know". She said sighing as she held two gowns deciding which was better.

I skidded to a halt in disbelief in time to avoid the dirt flying into the air. ‘I am out of shape,’ Grace breathed, ‘oh goddess, I was so easily beat. How will I ever show my face again?’ I tasted disappointment on my tongue, felt it in my bones and saw it in the way my wolf’s head drooped. It seemed she wanted so desperately to hide her face. I didn’t think a simple run would produce such an effect but her pride had been crushed. Was this the pride of an alpha the books often spoke about? ‘Let’s just go home,’ Grace said, ‘I’m tired anyway.’

Grace- Get out of my head, I should’ve said no, why didn’t I move? I couldn’t move, fuck me… It’s me, Grace Rue. A girl with problems, the only thing I’m allowed to marry, I don’t deserve a man, especially one like Phoenix. He's doing things, he’s maybe cast a certain spell inside my veins that’s luring me inside his trap, a rather beautiful one. There’s Archie, who says he loves me but wants my body, there’s Levi, who wants my body but doesn’t fuck me, and then there’s Phoenix, who doesn’t fuck me but loves me.

Chapter 16 – Caden "Grace he isn't going to hurt me." I hear Amelia say in a low whisper to Grace. I keep my body still and stay as calm as I can with a large, deadly and powerful she wolf above me. I wince as she growls, her teeth grazing my skin uncomfortably but she isn't going for the kill - yet. Amelia seems to be able to calm the angry wolf above me as the sharp teeth retreat from my neck and the slight pressure I felt pulls back giving me space to breath. Who knew that Grace could have so much power in her blood that it could cause me to have a hard time breathing.