Gracie Abrams Mess It Up Novels & Stories

Merrick pulled himself to a sitting position, and I watched this handsome predator lean his head back, crimson spilling from a cut on his forehead as he let out a chuckle. “That is one mean throw you've got there, love.” “I am NOT your love.” “Can someone…ugh…” Grace pressed a palm to her head, and I noticed how close she stood on the edge of the stairs. “We're fine, mother. I'm just having my usual scuffle with Astrid here. You know how these things can get…” “Is this one of those fights before…before you both have…traumatizing sex again?” She hiccupped, and I felt Merrick's eyes dart to me, daring me to fight her assertion.

Give me this week, my last chance to be selfish and be with you. Christina Abby Reyes POV Ah... it's so low of me to do that but I want to hurt Kristina. I want to let her feel a quarter of what I feel everyday. I lay down in my bed staring outside the huge window and played my violin. I played it too intensely when suddenly, it's string snapped and cut my face. I trace as the blood on my cheeks fell down the ground. Ah crap, this just sucks. I remembered being back in this place. It was just like this before. I always envied Kristina because she was able to play outside to her heart's content, it didn't matter how messy her hair got or how many stain her clothes accumulate.

It will happen more often since she is an actress, so why don’t I start to familiarise myself with it now? “Hey.” Gracie snaps her fingers in my face. I look up from the leftover pizza she placed on the counter. She places her hands on her waist and tilts her head. I try and fail to smile. “What’s going on, Benny?” The stool screeches as Gracie drags it closer to me. Facing me, her hands rest on my knees. “What’s up, babe?” My gaze lowers to her feet. “You look lost.” “I’m not happy,” I tell her.

Amber shakes her head as a chair next to me moves and Jamie sits. “Good morning biatches,” she says with a smile and I smile back at her, but Amber keeps the same look on her face and Jamie frowns. “Okay, what the hell happened? Why are you looking like someone pissed on your pillow?” Jamie asks, and I can’t help but laugh at her words. “Grace here, she thinks that telling her mom to back off is bad,” Amber announces, and I shake my head. “That’s not what I said,” I protest.

I said, feeling a sense of loyalty and devotion to Cade. "I know, but it won't hurt to flirt a little," Gracie said with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I bet Cade will be green with jealousy." I couldn't help but laugh at her suggestion, feeling a sense of carefree abandon that I hadn't experienced in a long time.

Not anymore. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t burning to do it anyway. Before I could help myself, I was striding toward their direction. That was when I saw Gracie coming forward with a look of disgust on her face. “Must be nice to have a powerful man cleaning up after your messes,” she sneered at Celeste. “I guess some people really do know how to land on their feet.” I rushed forward without any hesitation, unable to control the anger that rose within me. “Careful with your words,” I said sharply.

Trevor A week later is her first time in New York, and Gracie is as charming as ever. She twirls around in the red dress she picked from the stockpile in front of her. It’s day one, and we’re focused on revamping her looks. Not like I want to change a thing about her. Gracie is perfect with her copper shade of hair to those sweet lips that torment me night and day. We have a deal! No flirting and no touching. But how can I stop myself from craving her? We’ve posted every moment on social media, leaving lots of wistful comments in our wake. My social media presence is a hot trail for now, thanks to this scam.

With only but an hour two spare, she slips into her dress, and we look at each other, then of course Jenni has to say something, and there goes my make-up down my face. But still, I cannot stop crying. Between hormones and being completely terrified, I cannot get a hold of myself. So Jenni lets me cry myself out before she makes a fourth attempt at fixing up my make-up. Then finally, after making me twirl into a dizzy height to inspect every inch of my body, I am ready. But wait, I have to cry for one final time and totally mess up my make-up again. I can see slight anger creep onto Jenni's face, yet she only smiles and asks me politely to stop messing her perfection up. Finally, I can say t

"Damn it, get the hell out of here, you pigs! Get the hell away from me, don't cling to me!" Grace pounded desperately on the microphone in front of her, her expression twisted with fury. After a moment, she suddenly spotted Kelly not far away, and a cold, resentful glint flashed in her eyes. "It's all because of you... You, the lapdog!" She screamed as if possessed, her hand smashing a glass beside her, grabbing a shard, and charging towards Kelly. "I'm going to kill you!" Grace staggered forward, her face contorted in the extreme. But just as she took a couple of steps, she accidentally stepped on the wreckage of her computer that she had previously smashed, lost her balance, and crashed h

Grace put her phone aside and began removing her earrings in front of the mirror. "Name your price!" "No dice," Grace said nonchalantly. Susan was so pissed that she felt faint and almost collapsed. She quickly leaned against a wall to support herself. Seeing Susan almost faint from anger, Celia couldn't hold it in anymore and grabbed Grace's makeup brush right out of her hand. Then, she splashed makeup remover in Grace's direction with her other hand. "You looked like a whore onstage! Let me remove that makeup so that everyone can see your ugly face. That should teach you not to get cocky!" she snapped.