Gracewood Academy Novels & Stories

Gracie finally looked up at Wendy, her expression patient in that frightening way, That was Gracie for you . “Relax. i will take care of him “ “He better adjust soon,” Wendy shot back, pacing now. “When is he going to boarding school? Because I can’t do any more of this. No. No, I can’t.” Gracie took a sip of her wine. “After thirty days.” Wendy froze. “Thirty days?” she repeated slowly. “He’s staying here for thirty days?” “Yes.” “That is too long!” Gracie looked at her with no emotion. “I made a bet with his mother.”

The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different. Grace sat at the long table while swirling the whiskey in her glass. The men around her spoke in hushed tones, but she caught every word. She had been raised in rooms like this. This was her world. But tonight, she knew something was different. "Have you heard?" a man to her left spoke in intrigue. "Adrian Blackwood is dead. Assassinated in Raeburn Asylum." A ripple of murmurs spread across the table. Some smirked, others leaned in wanting to join in the talk. Grace didn't react. She simply lifted her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, pretending her heart hadn't just clenched at the mention of her cousin's name.

We’ve always gone on missions as a team, but I have another priority now. I leave the question unanswered, deciding to plan for my day ahead instead. If Kai narrows down Milo’s movements and a date and time for the mission is fixed, only then can I decide. The next few hours before dawn breaks are spent looking up all the information I can on my client’s school. Montclair Academy of the Arts. The most exclusive and expensive dance institution in the country, and one of the best and highest ranked. Of course, the man who killed the dreams of many children gets to send his own child to one of the best schools.

”You know I hate suspense, out with it already, this is torture. “Ace just accepted a game against the Gravehill Hockey players. This is going to be like the match of the century Sophie! And guess what?” Her entire body was vibrating with joy. “The school is requesting for five students from Greenwood Academy to collectively aid and study the hockey players during their training, monitoring and documenting their progress in preparation for the real match.”

Including how she supported interests that couldn’t be more different from each other. Josh loved sports, while Grace thrived in anything social. It didn’t take long for the car to pull up at Grace’s school. Her little girl hopped out and headed toward the gate, where Miss Spencer was already waiting with a warm smile. Grace waved enthusiastically before disappearing into the school grounds, instantly swept up by her friends and teachers. The car rolled forward again, this time toward Josh’s school. Popular music played softly in the background, filling the drive to SunRise Academy.

She walked to the kitchen to do as she had said, and then she came back with two plates of a slice of pie each, and then she went back to get the cup of juice, carrying that in a tray while Tammy followed behind her to the back porch. It's only been two days since Grace had been here, but she hadn't gone to the back porch before, so she didn't know there was a pool in the backyard. How rich was this man, having a house like this to himself, two cars, and a Hailey Davidson bike in a small town on a doctor’s salary?

With my help at admissions, and recommendation as a top student, Grace was able to enter a pathway program that had just begun so they were still taking pupils. She was attending the school to certify in coding then would gain a position in the school, most likely with the finance department. She was excited for a new opportunity not just as a student but for her life in general. However, since she was now a student Fenrir, I was allowed to show her all parts of the university, including the Hall of Trails “Holy shit! This place is way fancier than any other buildings you’ve sown me so far. Do you think the Moon Goddess is mad her temple is more modest than the place they prove who is most b

Wide-open halls that welcomed all voices. Gardens that bloomed in every season. Walls that held the names of thousands, engraved not in marble, but in ink, charcoal, digital pulse, breath. At the center stood the oak tree. Older. Grander. Its roots stretched like arms around the entire campus. And from it. Stories still grew. Grace was almost seventy now. Her hair silver, her hands still steady with the pen. She walked the pathways of the Cassie & Damon Legacy Sanctuary every morning at sunrise, her journals tucked under one arm, her heart wide open.

Grace wears a slight smile when I glance at her for explanation. “That bag has the food,” she replies, pointing to a different one. “My family has always used natural decorations. After the holidays, we put them outside for the animals and birds.” Pulling me gently with a hand on my upper arm, Grace gestures through the kitchen window. Beyond the deck, a row of closely planted pines of varying ages encloses the yard between the barn and the farmhouse. She points to them. “The snow barrier. Those are my family’s Christmas trees.”

"We came here to be students, not servants. What's the big deal? If they want to expel us, let them. I don't even like studying. I'd rather be practicing martial arts." "Shut up," Jocelyn snapped. "The queen dowager played a key role in founding Gracewood Women's Academy. If we get expelled, what do you think that will do to our chances of marriage?" Hailey didn't dare to say anything when she heard that it would affect her marriage prospects. Like the others, she followed Jocelyn's lead. Since she said it was not worth pursuing, Hailey didn't want to make a fuss out of it.