Gracie Abrams Mess It Up Novels & Stories

her words were getting slurred as she struggled to differentiate reality from the vague void she was starting to get into. "Hah! Do you have issues? Well, they're not even close to my issues. I mean, you'd think Gabriel would at least look at me after my stupid outburst but he went on and acted like I bloody didn't exist. I am so fucking pissed right now, that I want to freak destroy him" she yelled banging her fragile wrist on the counter. "You should be pissed!" I let out, surprised at my sudden outburst... Gracie looked surprised but then it was swiftly replaced by a goofy smile.

She just stands there, trembling and stammering apologies. I look at my computer screen. The chat is losing its mind. They love the drama. A wicked smile spread across my face as I watched Grace scramble out of the room. She looked like she’d seen a ghost, but I noticed something else. She hadn't looked as disgusted as she should have. She looked overwhelmed.

Kevin said. "Oh yeah. I am doing fine. I am mentally stable. I'm finally free guys. I missed you so much. I regretted my past actions, but I am so happy whenever I think of the beautiful memories we shared. You are truly the best friends in the world," Small drop of tears fell from Grace's eyes, as she talked. She was almost the same height as Rachael, with brunette hair that reached below her shoulder. She also looked breathtaking, especially with her blue skirt with a yellow blouse and black open-toed wedge to match.

Checked over my appearance before slipping on my black strapped heels. Melanie touched up her makeup after slipping into one of my skinny jeans with the rips on the knees and thighs, a halter top which revealed her chest a little too much, and a dainty necklace fit with her initials. During the short car ride to Georgie's, Melanie coached and rehearsed the entire plan for the millionth time. "Just be yourself," her speech seemed almost rehearsed, "Be spontaneous and sexy. He likes you, it's going to be so easy getting him on board. This is the hardest part, once this is done the entire plan is in the bag."

"I haven't been eating at all lately. And even if I do... I... I'll just vomit it out. And just today... I wanted to eat. I really did. Then they did the stupid slime prank on me and—" Janet was cut off when I hugged her. "I'm sorry, babe. I really am. I saw you do it and... I didn't try to help you. I'm so sorry." Janet shook her head. "It hit me on how stupid this really was when I looked into the mirror and saw me destroying my body. And for what? Who am I supposed to please?" "You're so beautiful." Cayden says and held Janet's hand. "I know you are. Your mind is such a wonderful place. And you are so perfect. I don't know why you tried to please, of all people, Trev. He's not worth it. B

"Just a few minutes of your time." Silence blanketed the room, and I signaled to Marco. He understood, heading to the sound system to plug in a USB. Alice's voice filled the space. "I want her dead. Make it look like an accident, a fall–whatever it takes." The guests gasped, a wave of shock rippling through them. Alice went pale as a ghost. "That's fake..." she stammered. "It's all fake!" The screen came to life, showing Alice in a cafe, sliding a briefcase of cash across the table.

She rushed over to turn off the recording, her expression twisted as she ground her teeth and agreed. Melissa took the dress from her and forced herself into it. I faintly heard the sound of seams tearing. As for me, I put on my couture gown and went to the party. Several people complimented me. "Whoa, Lydia Gable's gown is gorgeous!" "Look at Quinn York—she actually showed up in a T-shirt. She looks like a total idiot standing in the corner. How embarrassing." Unlike my last life, I wasn't the one everyone made fun of this time. It was Quinn.

"Fredrico, why are you trying to make life difficult for me? You know I'd have to save up my allowance for a whole year without touching it at all if I were to pay for the cheapest of your clothes. Where do you expect me to get that kind of money from?" He burst out laughing, and everyone else joined him. "Why do you look so tamed right now? What happened to the fierce lady who poured trash on me earlier? Rita, just so you know, the clothes you just ruined are a custom-made order from bougie and classy and I had barely worn it for two hours"

“You remind me so much of my daughter, Anna. She had full boobs just like yours. I always massage her boobs and I’m always tempted to suck them till she moans, just like you’re moaning right now,” My eyes bulged open as soon as I saw the message from Gracie in the comments. I almost shouted ‘what the fuck’ but I controlled myself. There are a lot of weird people on the internet. “Okay, now that’s enough with Gracie 258,” I cleared my throat. “Thank you for being the third highest gifter. Now, we’re on to the fourth…”

Sweat slid from his temple. "The sad part," I said, looking into his eyes, "is that she waited, and you never came. You took Vivian Miller, the town councilman's daughter, to New York instead. You used my grandmother's scholarship documents, her life story, and her name. You became a Columbia professor. Vivian became the brilliant artist who escaped coal country." I lifted my hand and pointed at the woman beside him. "The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller."