Gracie Abrams Mess It Up Novels & Stories

"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.

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His hand moved from her chest to her knee. Grace stared at their touching knees like the contact would spontaneously combust. “I don’t do this, just so you know. I don’t just show up at people’s houses and confess my feelings.” “What do you usually do?” “Avoid. Deflect. Make jokes until the feeling goes away.” She finally looked up at him. “But it didn’t go away.” His slow smile proved that he loved that that was was happened. “Good.” “Good?” Grace laughed, slightly hysterical. “I’ve been a mess for two weeks. I even reorganised my entire kitchen at 3 AM. Just two days ago, I started and deleted forty-seven text messages to you.”

"She looked thrilled when she was crying into her Chardonnay." "The gala is going to be a bloodbath," Gracie said. She sat down across from me, her face serious. "Jolie's entire family will be there. Gabriel's father will be there. These people don't do drama, Olivia. They do cold, calculated social warfare. You need to be perfect tonight." "I'm always perfect," I said. "You threw up on a four-thousand-dollar skirt days ago." "That was a different version of perfect." Gracie didn't laugh. She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. Her grip was tight.

How can all of it be gone? Shirley frowned, and the looks from the others made her cheeks turn red. She whispered harshly, annoyed, "Max, enough drama, okay? I told you, I don't have it!" I kept staring at her, feeling more and more hopeless. "I gave you 900 bucks a month for six whole years! How can you not have 5,000?" Shirley, looking annoyed, said firmly, "Think about how much you've spent, how much you've used. Don't you remember?"

Before anyone could stand, Gracie walked in carrying a tray of coffee, a large bag hooked over one elbow, and a new moodboard in her hand, like the sun had decided to wear a white dress and leather sandals. She immediately made the room look brighter. Annoying, honestly. It was unfair to have energy that warm without looking like you were selling vitamins. “Hi!” she said. “I brought a peace offering.” Marisol stood immediately. “Oh my God, coffee.” “For everyone. I didn’t know your orders, so I bought too much.” Gracie set the tray on the table. “That usually solves conflict.” “At Cruz Atelier, that counts as leadership,” Nina said. Gracie laughed, then her eyes found mine. “Maya, I have a n

Improving her mood wasn't easy for Grace. She didn't want to spoil dinner with Evan; instead, she aimed to turn the evening into an enjoyable experience. Her best friend had just passed a critical stage related to their parents' affair, making things particularly sensitive. Therefore, Grace made an effort to respond positively to every topic Evan brought up. She complemented his conversations with light laughter and jokes, and fortunately, this helped lift her spirits significantly.

Grace grabbed my face and looked me straight in the eyes. "Then screw him, because he screwed up by sleeping with someone else," she said. I nodded. "He told me he loved me, and I messed it up," I told her. "I messed everything up with him, I didn't give him the place he truly deserved, and now he's tired of it and got involved with a girl his age," I said. Grace stepped away from me and looked at me sternly.

"With the income from streaming, I can earn up to 20,000 dollars a month. I want to save enough to build a house in my home village." Just then, Carlos came in. "Lilian, make me some supper." "Sure, Mr. Houston. Ah!" Lilian was showcasing my luxurious makeup vanity to her audience when Carlos came in abruptly. She had just opened the cap of an expensive bottle of toner and was sniffing it. Startled, she dropped the bottle, spilling its contents. "What are you doing?" I frowned unhappily. Lilian scrambled to wipe the table. "I'm so sorry, Alaina. I'm really sorry…"