Graceling Po Novels & Stories

The training field behind the packhouse echoed with the sharp clash of wood against wood. Gracelyn spun on the balls of her feet, her braid whipping behind her as she blocked another strike. Sweat dampened the collar of her training shirt, but her grip on the staff remained steady. “Too slow,” she teased, knocking the weapon from her opponent’s hands. The young warrior groaned as the staff hit the dirt. “Luna, that was unfair.” Gracelyn grinned, slightly breathless. “Life’s unfair. An enemy won’t slow down because you’re tired.”

From the bottom of the bag, Grace removes a separately wrapped pair of simple, thick-heeled pumps, dyed to match the dress and decorated over the toe with the same orange blossoms. “What’s this?” Setting the shoes on the floor and reaching back inside, she pulls out a translucent mesh drawstring bag. Opening it, Grace draws out a square card with folded fabric wrapped carefully around it. “Oh my gosh.” She looks up at me, her face awash in wonder. “They’re pearl beaded silk stockings.” What I’m about to do is entirely wrong, and I’m going to do it anyway because obviously, finding the dress is no longer an issue. And frankly, I have my own agenda her mentioning the word ‘stockings’ has edged

James slashed into the whipper’s neck and shook, a demon with his first meal in months. Screams…silence…death… Just like that, Grace was freed from whatever had bound her. She straightened. Sharp lances of pain shot from her back, spiraling through the rest of her. She hardly noticed. Her gown sagged from her shoulders, momentarily exposing her breasts. Hurriedly she righted the material, holding it up.

A knock from the door brought Ariel and Gracie back to their senses. Ariel found herself in the bathtub and looked around in a daze. " Messing with my dreams and reality again " She mumbled and within twenty minutes they were out of the bathroom. The other maids helped her dress up in a forest green dress that fell down to her toes. Her hair was braided sideways thereby revealing her flawless back. Black rings adorned her fingers and her lips were painted black. No make up, just a mascara and black lip shade. " These are the things you should not do when you go out there" Gracie took a book from the maid and flipped through it. " You must not take any drink apart from the one specially prepa

Gracelyn's Pov I opened my eyes and.looked at the window .The rain stopped already but the sky is still dark. It's a bit chilly and windy. I stretched my arms and feet but was shocked when I heard a thud. What was that ? "Ouch !", Its Greg? I get up and help him sit on the couch. "Why do you like hurting me this much !", he grunts. "I'm sorry... again", I said sheepishly.

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

' Graciella thought furiously while clutching her hands tightly. But she couldn't destroy Erella because she knew how strong Erella is. Graciella still could not defeat her even though Odeus had already injected her with a dark potion to increase her power. So all she could do at that moment was glare at her. She knew that Erella could sense it because sometimes Erella looked back at her. But she didn't care if she was caught glaring at her because surely Erella will just think she was just another bitch who is jealous of her and nothing else. Erella will never know that it was her because Odeus changed her entire face with his great magic.

The rooftop glowed like a jewel against the night sky. Strings of lights traced the edges of the terrace, golden warmth against the velvet black above. The city sprawled below, endless and glittering, but Grace’s heart beat too fast to notice the view. Every step she took toward the restaurant doors felt heavier, louder. She had dressed for armor, not seduction at least that’s what she told herself. Midnight blue clung to her in clean lines, modest but sharp. Her heels clicked across the marble floor as if daring anyone to stop her.

All of Yuriel’s flaunting sentences made her even more obsessed and determined to get Aleandro Gilren. Grace felt her ears bleed at each of Yuriel’s ostentatious remarks, and it bled even more at the necklace studded with rare pink diamonds on her neck. She was getting jealous seeing Yuriel’s natural beauty that shone so dazzlingly, indicating that she was living a happy life. All of Yuriel’s flaunting sentences made her even more obsessed and determined to get Aleandro Gilren. Chapter 115 : Grace Rollies Yuriel didn’t stop showing off. She leaned forward and made a gesture that she would whisper something to Grace.

I asked “ yup and do as the poem directs just like I and Bella I do” “ what’s your poem?” She once again gave me the look as if I have asked for her both kidney’s and her heart too. That is when I realize “ ohh that’s confidential information” I said in a super excited tone. Note the sarcasm. Grace shook her head in disapproval “ how do I find the poem?” I asked “ You need you clock first” “well if I had the damn clock I wouldn’t have taken yours” Grace slapped her forehead looking pissed and asked