Graceling Po Novels & Stories

Grace reached forward and picked a card from the deck. Her fingers were steady, controlled. She flipped it over and read aloud, her voice calm but deliberate. "Choose one person and turn them on by any means necessary." Sophia rolled her eyes and thought, With you? We'll be here till dawn. She looked at Grace with mock pity, then smiled sweetly. "Did you miss the dress code, honey? The theme is leather with lace. What are you wearing?" Grace smiled. Slow. Wicked. She reached down, slid her hand under her silver gown, and pulled off her lace underwear in one smooth motion. Then she flung it directly at Mason's face.

Sheryl gave Grace a few seconds to compose herself and asked, “How is she?” “Out of death’s door and back to her usual cold and detached self,” Grace answered with a chuckle, wiping her eyes off her remaining tears. “Well, she is a fighter like her father; it is not a surprise that she survived a silver poisoning to the heart. A thing that would have killed most wolves immediately.”

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.

‘F*ck, what a humiliation! “I’m so afraid, so… so afraid. You’re really going to cut off my tongue? Come, I’ll stick it out so you can cut it.” “You jerk! Come to the kitchen and help me!” Grace mumbled and cat-walked into the kitchen. She wore a long dress and a pair of ten centimeters tall stilettos; inviting her into the kitchen was the same as inviting trouble. Summer chased her out immediately; she quietened herself, and without any disturbance, she got to work quickly.

Veer's pov Dressed in light pink skirt, with the same blouse and adorned with heavy pearl and diamond jewelry she looked like a queen descending downstairs accompanied with her brothers. Never in my life had I ever seen so beautiful like her, she looked like the epitome of the beauty. I was glad that this ceremony was an intimate ceremony or men would have stared at her like a piece of meat, and I was no different. I would have knelt in front of that goddess of beauty with brain, if she would have told me so.

Connor turns to stand next to Grace as if he’s ready to step in if she hurts the sprite. “Your name is Tula, right?” Grace says, gently reaching out and stroking the girl’s face with her finger. She sniffs and looks up at Grace. “Yes.” She says quietly. “I know you were hurt, but my Gamma, Lady Gamma Sirona, needs to look at you so she can help you heal.” Grace says, using the terms that the sprites use when they address us.

I spent all my life with you, and that makes it worth living. The edge of the flame licked Grace's flesh before it ruthlessly consumed her whole. Then, a faint, weak voice reverberated in the air. "The sky is bright, and the moon is so high. And precious Willow's sleep drew nigh."

Princess Grace’s Point of View The scent of roses and lavender clung to my chambers as I closed the door behind me, the echo of the morning’s chaos lingering in my ears. Alone at last, the mask finally slipped. The carefully crafted sorrow, the feigned concern, the sisterly devotion all fell away, leaving only the sharp, gleaming satisfaction of victory. I am gaini more than I expected.

He called out, not knowing who he was referring to. I could feel the heat of his presence right before me, his scent was so strong, almost like that of an Alpha, and close to that of Beta Bachrill, but kind of different. Maybe I couldn't perceive it rightly. Still shivering in my shell, I said my last prayers cos I knew it was my turn. "Oh p-pl-lease… I-I'm all she's got! If you kill me now, that means she'll be all alone in this world... Please…!!" Gracielia screamed… pleading endlessly as her face contorted with tears streaming down.

the woman explained. I pondered her words and began to grasp the concept. It seemed akin to accidentally disrespecting a sacred place by spitting on it, then spitting again to negate the first act. "Wait," I said, chuckling as I began to see where this conversation was going. "Are you suggesting..." "Exactly, Luna. The original Rein krnasi used the Grimoire as the basis for their intimate ritual, and you must do the same," the woman said, leaving me momentarily speechless.