Gracie Adams Novels & Stories

“What’s going on?” Ryan took a breath, clearly conflicted. He met Adam’s gaze, his face a mix of frustration and sorrow. “Adam, there’s something you need to know. It’s about Anna... and Grace,” Ryan began, his voice tight. “Grace is... she’s my daughter.” Adam blinked, the words taking a moment to sink in. “What?”

They basically owed him the entire presidency. “I didn’t know he had such connections,” I said to Grace. We could speak freely since we were the only ones at our table. Adam had gone home, saying he had to be up early for work, and Liam had left earlier, telling his wife he had something to handle for Alaric and would be back soon. Grace was surprisingly easy to talk to. She reminded me of Esther but a much nicer version. She was blunt, but in a kind way, unlike Esther, who said whatever came to her mind without a care.

Adrian POV We spent the rest of the day at Elena's flat going through everything we could find about Grace and by the evening we had enough to piece together the story my father had spent his whole life running from. Grace Williams. Born 1965. Died 1995 in a car accident on the M25 on a rainy Tuesday night. My father would have been thirty years old and she would have been thirty when she died and every single photo we found of her looked exactly like Elena.

“Grace Adams? No way “Heard she was married and left the country. Not at all the other responded. She recently became a partner in Parker Group and has been going on business trips and late nights.” “Huuh poor Ava,” they both shook their heads, their heels causing a reminder of what had been said. Grace Adams, Desmond’s ex and first love, is the heiress to the Adams Foundation. Someone everyone respected. Then I realized that my husband has been going on business trips and keeping late nights but then again I doubt he would betray me.

Thin veins of blood showed under the skin in the worst spots. Adriana’s eyes widened in fury. “What the hell?! Did she hit you for real?” Grace Morgan was the hottest actress of the moment. She was bigger than the drama itself—always appearing at major fashion weeks, gracing magazine covers, and snatching up brand endorsements left and right. She seemed to be everywhere, her popularity skyrocketing for reasons no one could quite explain.

she thinks the solution to everything is death but she's wrong must time we most let things slide for the sake of peace . " peace you say, hell no those bastard whooped my ass " she yelled with gritted teeth's after reading my mind . yes you heard me Lenny is the I only Adams that can access the mind of others and make them do her well .I don't know how she managed to do that but she did and it's really annoying . after we were turned to vampires we discovered each of us had something special in us .

He said throw gritted teeth, and the ass smiled, stepped back with his hands raised. All the while, Grace just watched the banter with a small smile, genuine surprise on her face at how the two of us went back and forth about what we wanted the other to do. “Hmm, this sure taste nice!” Noah turned to see Adriana already munching a cookie from the box she was now holding. Noah rolled his eyes as he collected the box from her. “That was for me alone, Adriana. Grace brought it just for me, so don’t touch things in my office again without asking first.” Noah said.

Everyone cheered and clapped, Irina smiled brightly with a hint of pride in her gaze. "Next up, is the couples' vote of thanks." - the Mc clapped, smiling as he passed the microphone over to Irina. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor and as well a pleasure to be here with you today....... celebrating my two years anniversary with the man i love..... Jason Smith." - Her dress shimmered under the light, her waist lengthed red hair falling down her shoulders like waves.

The speaker said as I went down the stairs warily. “Hello; Adam, I take it?” When I reached the bottom of the stairs, there were two women with warm coffee skin and startling blue eyes. “Come and eat, Lucy will be out for some time yet, plus we made extra for you to bring up to her.” One smiled at me while the other waived a silver dagger casually in her hand. “I’m Ada, and that’s Grace.” She rolled her eyes when she said it, Grace flashing her wolf eyes at me.

His mind had only been focused on getting to his room. “Adrian, do you remember my friend Grace? You may have forgotten because she left the city when you were still young,” Mrs. Jones said with a smile as she introduced the woman. “You are now a grown man, Adrian,” Grace said with a gentle smile. “Good day,” Adrian greeted politely. He didn’t remember her, and honestly, he didn’t care to. But he wouldn’t be rude. “And this is her daughter, Jenny,” Mrs. Jones added, introducing the young girl. “Isn’t she beautiful and soft, like a princess?”