Novel & Cerita Grace Trevelyan Grey

Gwen squeals as she claps, “I like it.” “Of course, you do. You’re a psychopath.” “I am going to take that as a compliment.” I roll my eyes and push Greyson’s arm off my shoulder. “Please don’t even try to do that,” I blow out a breathe. She pouts as Greyson steps fully in to my view. “You are just jealous.” “Stop acting like a child and let’s focus. We could probably see Grace’s true colours here.” “Er… she’s a white girl and you’re a bla-”

With a flutter, Grace heaved her thick tangle of lashes, revealing the big brown eyes that were still clouded by sleep, confusion, or maybe it was anger. "Oh God," she grumbled under her breath. Like it was the end of the world. James Grayson didn’t answer her right away. He just leaned back, one hand behind his head and the other lazily and very distractingly wonderful to look at over his muscled abs. Grace bit her lip as she imagined how those beautiful hands had pleased her in the right places.

I pulled my coat close and walked over to the figure, crouching down. I offered money and treats. "Here, take this. It's freezing out here; have something warm to eat." The person slowly looked up. The face was so dirty and frostbitten that I could hardly recognize in the faint light. The hair was matted to the head, smelling sour. However, then I saw the eyes, and I could not breathe. They were cloudy and empty, but with a spark of something I knew. It was Shirley. I was stuck in place, my thoughts racing.

And Alaric clearly agreed as he subconsciously gripped tighter onto my hand, staring at her with furrowed brows. "My name is Vivian Black. I'm one of the Original Witches, the Mirror Witch." She suddenly spoke, her voice a raspy whisper where I could almost see the air. "And I give this power to thee; Ines Silvia Agua. May she live a life of peace amongst Humans with no struggle of fitting in, may she be loved, understood and graced with the light of the Thousand Stars in which Selene watches over her." Clapping her hands, a resounding echo chimed in my head, putting her gift in place.

Grace pulled away when ten seconds were over. Grace stared at him with a bored look on her face, "Sorry, it was a dare. So I had to kiss you." She said flatly. Daniel stared at her for a good moment. That time Grace noticed his smoky grey eyes which caught her attention. She liked his eyes then her eyes traveled to his face then she noticed he had a beautiful face with an attractive figure. He was a tall and muscular man with beautiful smoky grey eyes and jet-black hair. He has a slight beard that gives him a deadly appearance which suits him well.

The elevator arrived. Xander looked up and saw Grace standing in the doorway. Her hair was casually tied up in a messy bun, reflecting her usual simple style. Draped in an ivory-white Kidhnian traditional gown, Grace effortlessly embodied the elegance required to pull off such attire. The gown complemented her figure flawlessly. She looked gentle and soft as if lacking any harsh edges. Xander's eyes dimmed as he imagined her clinging to his arm, introducing herself as his wife at social gatherings. Warmth flooded his being, a feeling he couldn't shake.

Chapter 44 – Rowan wakes up. Rowan Priest (Dream) POV I stand in front of the mirror getting ready for my wedding day… I remember the first time I saw Grace, seeing her shivering from the cold, the fear yet determination in her eyes, was admiring. Grace isn’t like any woman I’ve ever come across, she’s weak yet strong at the same time. She’s maintained her smile even through the good, the bad and the ugly. She’s seen the worst of the world, yet she’s maintained her innocence and naivety, it’s one of the many things I admire about her.

No weapon visible. She looked at Andrew first. Then Lucian. Finally me. Her expression softened. "Evelyn Bennett." I was officially tired of strangers knowing my name. "Gray?" The woman smiled. "No." "Then who are you?" She stepped closer. "My name is Helena Gray." I frowned. "Gray was a woman?" Martin raised his coffee. "Apparently." The voice distortion. Of course. Helena looked at Lucian. "You have Catherine's eyes." Lucian's expression hardened.

At least not after everything that happened three years ago, not after what Maverick Grey said to me, not after the way Clarissa looked at me in the hospital hallway like some pathetic girl begging for love. But here I was. Standing in front of the grand lobby of Grey Groups headquarters, holding a resume in hand with a fake identity. I stepped into the polished glass lobby of Grey Group, my heels clicking against the marble, forcing myself not to look around. I already knew what I would see: immaculate design, corporate opulence, and portraits of the man whose face still haunted my dreams. Liam Grey. He was everywhere. In the subtle, sleek branding. In the lingering tension of every worker

“I’m staying as far away from you as possible, Trevor.” “Why?” I can’t help my light chuckle because I love our banter. I have always loved it! Gracie is the only woman who has ever stimulated me in this way. “Does it have something to do with the fact that you’re excited to have me back in Golden Bay?” Her cold laugh holds a sarcastic bite to it. “You haven’t changed,” she answers. “Cockiness isn’t that attractive, Trevor.” “Really?” I glance at the coffee counter and find two girls waiting for their coffee, glancing at us and blushing at me. “They beg to differ.”