Gracie Abrams Mess It Up Novels & Stories

I had countless dm’s from women all over the world trying to get my attention and sending suggestive messages. That was what I expected when I opened the app but to my biggest surprise I'm definitely not going to get any sleep this night. Several photos of Jake and River were making rounds on the app, looks like they had a special dinner. I angrily scrolled down only to see the photo that shocked me sober. A picture of Jake and River locking lips passionately, what the actual fuck. I felt my grip on the glass of scotch tighten, I had to take another sip to calm myself down.

"How's Stella..." "She's fine. You're still weak, so go back to the room they've arranged to rest now. I'll stay here and keep watch. If Stella wakes up, I'll be around," Grace said. Mitch held Grace's hand. "I know you're distressed. Cry if you need to, you'll feel much better." "I'm not like you, crying at just about everything. Stella must've gotten this from you, being a crybaby," Grace quipped. "A kind person cries easily," Mitch retorted.

“Of course she’s determined. She believes she has something to fight for and she looks like she has grown wings with Damon by her side , i need to destroy whatsoever they have going on “ Mr. Adewale exchanged glances with the others. “So what do you want us to do?” Gracie stood from her desk and walked to the window, looking out at her large, flawless garden. “It’s very simple,” she said. “Your assignment is to sabotage her plans.” The room stayed silent while they were Listening.

Gracie shrugged her wild thoughts away before she could get the visuals. "I TOLD YOU TO MASSAGE MY BODY NOT MY BOOBS!" "Oh!" He simply says. Her mouth parts away in embarrassment. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN OH? GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" She kicks her leg in the air even though her upper body was yet completely frozen. Jason's straight face suddenly forms an expression of a mischievous child planning some kind of space mission. His lips curving upwards forming a sly smirk. Gracie's eyes widen as she gulps in anticipation.

All because of one mistake I didn't even do. Now, all I have left is myself. I became a bitch, a slut as most call it. A whore who sells herself for drugs to keep me sane. The Mansion I once lived now turned into a sewage-like place. Nothing but scraps on the table, waking up every day and feeling the same. Asking myself over and over, "When did my life become such a mess?". The beauty men once adored is now slowly fading.

What is her motive for this mess? When Grace purposely threw the pillow in her hold to the person that she intended to hit it with, and she went to the two girls on the floor. They looked up to her while wearing puzzled faces, and Daisy cursed, "What the fuck, Grace! You ruined my essay! What is the matter with you, bitch?" Grace just laughed sarcastically in response and took a deep breath before answering in contempt, "Me? ME is what the fuck? Now, what do you fucking call yourself, huh? How would you freaking explain these shits on your computer?"

“When a girl doesn’t call you back, it’s not because she’s playing hard to get. It’s because you’re a fucking psycho!” “Shut the fuck up, Britney!” he roared, confirming that he did know her. “She’s in this mess because of you! She wouldn’t even be here if you---!” “OK!” Grace suddenly dropped into the conversation, her voice rimmed with nerves, while trying to sound placating and soothing, probably trying to calm Davis. “How about we don’t antagonize the man with a gun while nobody is wearing a bulletproof vest, Cracker!”

Angel's voice was laced with sarcasm as she spoke. " You might not understand it now, but you will in the future. I love you. I was happy to see you." " As for using you to ruin the Hurts? That was also a way for me to show you love. The plan might have failed, obviously, but at least I tried, right?" Grace's voice was cold as she asked, a self-mocking smile stretching at the corners of her lips.