Graceling Novels & Stories

She exclaimed instantly as her father approached them too. "Let's go!" Niall abruptly grabbed her wrist and sprint towards the elevator. "Slow down, I'm wearing heels, idiot!" Gracie protests. ______________________ Wearing a puff sleeved ruffled midi dress that was hued with light shade of lilac, Gracie indeed looked like an Orchis mascula, the purple orchid; symbolizing respect, admiration and dignity. Well, she certainly needed that but the dress was coincidentally chosen by her mother, who made sure to bring the best stylist to style Gracie's look today to impress the Corrigan family.

Anyways… The look of Suavil at Gracielia was so demanding, as he felt so lost in her beauty. Gracielia is one girl whose shame and charisma commanded so much attention from guys; I'm even sure Alpha Grey too was lusting after her as well, but maybe he just couldn't take the bold step because I'd been around her almost most of the times. But who cares if I was around her? After all, I was just some slave girl that her feelings could be damned.

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

Eriva let out a small growl, her eyes glistening a light shade of gold, her fox coming to the surface. A fight between a golden dragon and a cunning 9 tailed werefox didn’t seem like a good idea right about now. We didn’t want to step into world war z just yet! We had so much on our platter to take care of! “Okay, guys. Calm down. Volkavik, that wasn’t nice, man. We need the phoenix, safe and alive. Or else we will be stuck in this reliquary for as long as your mind allows. We’ve been here for ages now, I think it’s time to get out and if we’re going to get out, we need HER. She is Grisha, remember!” Crescent stepped in putting his hands up. The fade scales on Volkavik’s skin faded and he st

Lilith and I begin to circle one another animals circling their prey. Without warning, Lilith throws another gust of wind in my direction throwing me back into one of the circles that is in flames. The flames lap at my skin but it does not burn. Each flame that touches my skin extinguishes immediately. Stepping from the circle I see the perfect opportunity to throw Lilith into the flames behind her. Raising my arms to blast her with air, Grace is suddenly at my side, and she rips my arms down causing my blast to hit the ground. Stumbling backwards, Grace is restrained by James. “You promised,” Grace cries as she struggles against James’s arms.

“You said you were spiting Ben, but you make his pack so much money, so are you trying to tank your company?” His lips twitched, “What sort of research did you do, Renda?” My face burned, but I didn’t answer. That clearly wasn’t the answer. “If you’re worried about how many translucent pink gowns I can buy you, I have plenty of money for it.” I scowled at him. “Golden nude dresses for Grace too.” Grace chuckled, “You don’t want to be the alpha of Warhammer, do you?” He smiled, “Amazing Grace wins the game.”

I grinned slightly and thanked him. "Have you told her yet," he asked me curiously and I looked at him oddly. "Told her what," I questioned. Lucifer laughed and rubbed his eyes. "Nothing Mortas, I'll let it play out and see which of you figures it out first," he said cryptically and vanished, leaving me perplexed. My father's lower demons were very helpful. Razel had prepared a warm bath for Grace and I currently was sitting next to her washing the dried blood and debris from her once again golden skin. I was wiping her face when she inhaled deeply and opened her purple eyes in a panic. She looked up at me and relaxed.

In little Gracey’s heart, a spark was lit, and her mate’s and his wife-to-be’s happiness were the gasoline she needed. Her tears stopped falling, her body stopped shaking from pain – instead, her arms shook violently with anger, and her canine fangs protruded. When she opened her eyes, for the first time in her life she had shown signs of her inner wolf – Jinx. Her hazelnut-coloured orbs were now neon purple and filled with a deep desire to get even. Leaving the crumpled-up paper on the floor that she sat on, she stood up. Her uniform sat so unevenly on her body, but her mind was too focused on her revenge to give a second thought about her appearance or straightening her clothes. Her feet d

She doesn’t look directly at any of us and her cheeks flush bright pink. “Shit, sorry.” Gerald turns and grabs three gowns from the cabinet beside my bed. Averson and Vitandi put them on and Gerald lays one over me. Ah, that’s why she is embarrassed. She can’t be a wolf or our nudity wouldn’t bother her, so what is she? “Grace is a healer. She and her sister witches have come to join our fight. They are the ones who helped Christian escape and got all six of them back here unharmed. Don’t ask how though, none of them will tell us.” Gerald jokingly scowls at Grace. When he said a lot has happened, he wasn’t kidding.

Grace frowned. Enrique drew her into his arms, and asked, "what's this that I smell?" "What?" Grace queried, confused. "Jealousy," Enrique laughed. Grace slapped his shoulder and bragged, "I'm not jealous. You seem to forget who I am. I am Delilah, the most sort after female escort of Stunning Agency. I am the face of the brand, I am too beautiful to be jealous of anyone else. Enrique laughed before claiming her red lips that looked so inviting, he couldn't help himself.