Grace Trevelyan Grey Novels & Stories

My Grayson. He is in love with another. I love him  Jane's dress  Abbie's dress  Bryanna's dress  Erica's dress

"Sir; Grey has been through a lot in the past couple of hours in a short space of time he was arrested because of an altercation that had happened in Vegas after he was married to your daughter I don't know what Jacob Turner did to Grey ,but they ended up in a fist fight you and I know that he is notorious for starting fist fights that he never wins or never finishes were in some cases he gets into a fist fight and then gets arrested and charged he must have done something to provoke him and I haven't heard his side of the story because there are two sides to every story I cannot just say that what Grey told me was the truth . " " I didn't know about his mother being in hospital if I knew I

“Even when I didn’t understand you. Even when you shut me out.” Grey’s grip tightened. “I know.” “You don’t get to let go now,” she whispered. “I won’t.” Above them, footsteps echoed. A shadow leaned out through the hatch. Tessy watched them with detached fascination, her coat snapping violently in the wind. “You always did have a flair for drama, Grey. Even as a child.” Grey looked up, rain stinging his eyes. “You don’t get to claim me.” Tessy smiled thinly. “Blood claims itself.”

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

"Well, she is a newly hired maid to take care of Miss Arielle. We had not planned on having both of you here " "miss? I am married and you are just some maid to serve me, I am Mrs Grey, and that applies to you as well" Gia's heart turned in anguish. She was nothing, she knew desperate women like her would not last amidst the schemes in the Grey home. She could only laugh inwardly at her cowardness if she thinks having the old lady backing her up is enough reason to suddenly become cocky and arrogant. The Grey family is so massive and so are its schemes. Elimination is always an option.

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

"Stop sounding like this Bar Lady I met sometime ago…what's her name again?...umm…umm…Mrs Grey. Yeah, that's right, Mrs Grey. She wanted me to shave off my precious mustache" "Who is Mrs Grey?" "She is a lady who wants me to take off my mustache and entice her customers with my body and good looks. She told me if I agreed, she would not mind firing one of those who worked for her and take me instead." "She is a psycho, I would love to see her expression when she realizes she's asking the Alpha of Kenvy to attract customers with looks. By the way, have you eaten yet?" "Yeah, I had steak for breakfast. Before lunch, we should be out of here."

It only got worse when her helper came from the back at the sound of the bells jingling over the door; it was as if I wasn't there. "Hello, welcome to Pitter Patter Pet store; I'm Gracey; how can I help you?" Gracey was a brunette with a chest that even I envied and tattoos up her arms and across her chest, fully displayed in the tank top she barely wore, with jeans that I was almost certain had been painted on. I felt two feet tall when she turned all her attention on Gabriel.

Trevor sounded upset, but Grey still had a smile on his handsome face. “Oh, absolutely Mr. Stockholm! Whatever my princess wants. Her wish is my command.” Then he strode towards Willa and took her hand to kiss it. What a charmer he was! It made even Martha blush. She said to her husband, “Now Trevor! Stop giving Grey such a hard time. Can’t you see that he is in love with our Willa? Leave them be and let nature take its course. Don’t you remember when we were young?” She was a hopeless romantic and took a shine to Grey from the get go.

She stood calmly, peering at Grace with skepticism. "Let's get to what we're here for, shall we? As much as I appreciate your gracious tour, I am more interested in what you want to know about the moonstone. Such a pagan thing, I would say, for you to even know about—" Mom was cut off by Grace, who had balled her hands into fists. Grace had gray-blonde hair that was pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She was taller than Mom but not taller than me, and I had to look down at her slightly as she spoke. She looked all business in her white and silver robes.