Grace Trevelyan Grey Novels & Stories

Every word from his mouth, every glance he cast her way, felt like a reminder of everything that had been lost. But she couldn’t ignore him. The Heart of the Greykin. The very name twisted in her gut. If it truly existed, it was the one thing that could change everything. If they could find it, perhaps the curse on her people could finally be broken. Perhaps her kind could stand again, no longer hunted like animals, no longer forced into the shadows. Still, she didn’t trust him. Cassian, for his part, said little on the journey. He was clearly still recovering from the injury she’d treated in the cave, though he refused to acknowledge his pain. His focus was always on the path ahead, as thou

When Draken stopped in front of the large door leading to where Raven was waiting, she could barely catch her breath. Draken knocked twice. Raven's cold voice came from inside, “Come in.” The door opened, and Grace stepped in, her head bowed, her hands tightly clutching her clothing, trembling all over. Raven sat in an armchair, carefully sizing her up for a moment before asking, “What’s your name?” “My… My name is Grace, I used to work in the kitchen of the Dark Eclipse’s packhouse, Alpha.” “How long did you work there?” “Over forty years… since I was a child…”

She walked inside with Mercy following behind her. She entered and saw someone sitting in front of Mrs Grey. "You're here, Miss Tracy,” Mrs Grey said. The person sitting there turned around. It was Linda and she had a smug smile on her face. Tracy looked away from her immediately. "Have a seat,” Mrs Grey gestured to the seat next to Linda. Tracy moved to sit on it while Mercy stood behind her. "I received a very impressive pitch material yesterday. I must say… I was really impressed with it,” Mrs Grey said.

The word "Mitch" snapped me back to my senses. I finally remembered that the young woman was Madelyn Gray, Mitchell Gray's little sister by six years, and the treasured jewel of the Grays. As a kid, she used to trail behind us all the time before she left to study in Cliveden. We'd never met in over a decade, and I never thought she'd grown into such a poised, elegant young woman.

The rain fell harder. No one moved. The woman stood in the middle of the smoke, her grey eyes fixed on Daniel, Noah, and Elena. “My name is Grace.” “And I’m your sister.” Daniel stared at her. “No…” His voice was barely audible. “That’s impossible.” Grace smiled sadly. “I said the same thing when I found out.” Noah stepped in front of Dr. Mercer. “Prove it.” Without saying a word, Grace rolled back the sleeve of her tactical jacket.

“You girls are late. I might have to take some of the photos after the ceremony if we can’t get to them in time.” *Rob* Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Grace as she rounds the corner, her attendants in tow and a toothy-grinned Margie bringing up the rear. Even if she hadn’t looked so much like her grandmother that I’d swear right now Juliet’s ghost was with us, Grace is so unfathomably beautiful, so ethereal and graceful, I can’t catch my breath. Can’t take my eyes off her. Can’t stop the huge smile plastered over my face.

Nathaniel read the silent alarm in her eyes. “You’re not scared,” he said. “You’re... preparing.” “I’m always preparing,” she replied. “But this time… it’s personal.” “Do you think he’ll come for me?” Grace looked at him. “He won’t come for you, Nathaniel. He’ll come for everything you mean to me.” The Tapestry of Blood Later that afternoon, Grace stood alone in the Estate’s vault. A place sealed since her childhood. Inside hung a massive, faded tapestry, once belonging to her maternal lineage. A gift from Verona himself before he vanished into the underground.

Trevor answered, trying his best to keep his eyes on her face and not let them roam about the places they wanted to. “Alright.” Grace wore a smile, then nodded. “I will think about it and get back to you. Goodnight, Mr Baliante.” She wished him, then opened the door and stepped out. “Goodnight, Miss Everton.” Trevor wished her back, finally letting his eyes feast on her perfect figure before driving off.

Grace suddenly looked back when she noticed Roseanne was no longer walking behind her. “ Mrs Grey “ “Mrs Grey” Grace shouted and sighed when noticed she didn’t hear her. She moved back and her tapped her slightly which made her scream and jump up in fear as she looked up to Grace whose lips formed a thin line as she looked at Roseanne who was still trying to catch her breathe from the shock. “Mrs Grey” Roseanne looked at Grace blankly as she tried to find her voice but her thought was filled with the thought of forgetting her heels in the devils room.

It was good because no one would find out who she was soon. Grace worked so hard all her life as an editor, crawling all the way to the top as the chief editor of a glossy magazine firm. She had appeared in the magazine herself a lot of times, but she doubted anyone here w would engross their time in reading magazines like that. Even if a few of them did, they wouldn't recognize her with her hair dyed jet back from the natural blonde color she had, and from wavy to straight.