Graceling Po Novels & Stories

Biglang may bumulalas pa mula sa gilid ko kaya naman nang ibaling ko ang tingin dito ay agad kong nakita sina Gracelyn at Macy na parehong kadarating lamang. For the past few years, ang laki na ng pinagbago ni Gracelyn. I mean, when we are still on our college freshmen days, hindi naman masyadong academically conscious si Gracelyn but as years pass by, saksi kaming lahat kung papaanong nagseryoso siya sa bigla sa pag-aaral.

All heads instantly snapped to her direction. Grace stepped out with the poise of a queen. She wore a white satin gown that clung to her frame like a second skin—effortlessly elegant, yet daring in its design. A long slit ran from her upper thigh down, exposing the length of her right leg with every step she took, while her pearl-embellished high heels adorned her feet.

Just Grace's voice that sounded like millions of powerful witches from around the world were talking through her. After a short while, she faced us, her eyes glowing a brighter shade of green. She pulled that hideous dagger from beneath her cloak, making my blood freeze in my veins. That dang shit hurt like a bitch! She quickly took Rifton's right hand and then slid his wrist without much of a word. Blood trickled from the tiny cut. Grace turned around to face me, and I almost ran for the hills when that rustic dagger glinted under the moonlight! I was very much aware of the Claiming Ceremony, but this one looked like a scene out of Lucifer's diary. In most cases, blood was the essence of ev

But to my surprise, the space beside me was empty, devoid of her familiar form. Confusion and curiosity washed over me as I scanned the room, searching for any sign of her. Where had she gone? And then it hit me—the realization of my triumph. I had successfully cloaked Gracie's abilities for the second time, causing her to submit to me completely. The memory of her yielding to my touch, her passionate response, filled me with a heady sense of power and fulfillment.

It wasn’t ugly, really, it was the scars there that was ugly. If anyone had told her she would be loosing her clothes like this on the edge of the lake in a small town, she would have shaken her head, after all, she didn’t think something like that could happen here. She had felt lighthearted and young and free for those few minutes she had swam for without knowing her clothes were gone. Grace had bought those clothes at a local store back home, and her coat had been bought at a garage sale as a joke to herself for always wearing something so expensive.

"Yes, my Grace. Please." Grace grabbed the lube from the table, pouring an excessive amount into her latex-gloved hand. "You're already sopping wet, but a little extra glide never hurt anyone!" Settling on the seat of the spanking bench so that she was eye level with Catherine's rosary-framed cunt, Grace rubbed her hands together, making sure to coat every inch of latex. "Now, my child, here is your penance: surely you know your catechism. I want you to recite your Hail Mary, one line at a time. At the end of each line, you will be rewarded with another one of my fingers in your delicious cunt."

I whispered smilingly. "I'll see you around. Rosaleigh is in the Library." Gracelyn shrugged ignoring my comment before making her way to the cafeteria. Gracelyn was my cousin, daughter of Aunt Raphael, Mother's only sibling. Her father was King Albert of Asmaria. Apart from her rebellious nature, Grace has proved to be a great support. I had persuaded her to study at Nashville so that she can keep an eye on Rosaleigh's condition. Uncle Henry was reluctant about this arrangement but agreed when Father assured that their identities wouldn't be revealed.

“Are you sure? We don’t want to burden you.” Elix laughed softly. “You’re not.” Their hands touched me carefully and my body was lifted gently as though I were something fragile. The sensation was muffled, but the awareness of it was enough to make my thoughts go crazy. The water ran warm. Steam thickened the air. There was a rustling of clothes… Grace inhaled sharply. “You really don’t have to do this,” Grace said again. “We know who you are.” Elix paused. Then, quietly, she said, “I may be a mafia princess, but my father taught me well.” Her hands touched my skin thoroughly. She cleaned me the way one would clean a weapon after use, careful not to miss any trace of what had been spilled.

Damien felt the hairs rise on his arms. He should have left. Every instinct told him to leave. Instead, he stayed. The song continued. The ocean changed. The wind died. The waves became smaller. The clouds seemed to stop moving. And then the fish appeared. Hundreds. Silver bodies flashed beneath the surface. They gathered around Marrine. Then the birds came. Seagulls descended from the cliffs. Dozens of them. They circled overhead. Not screaming. Not fighting. Simply circling. Watching. Damien's mouth went dry.

A 'me' that is just useless to him. I have lost my mate. My only means of salvation. I am now bound in captivity. ~NYX~ **** Griselda flipped her hair to the back, her body glistened with oils that maids had used on her. She loved the way she scented and how the lycan ornament suited her. She rose to her feet, the transparent gown she was wearing splayed out behind her and she looked at Nyx who had no expression on her face. "Is everything prepared?" She asked.