Gracie Adams Novels & Stories

said I picking up the phone. "hello miss smith. this is one of your fans." said the gentleman on the phone who I estimated to be about the age of seventy and more because of how wheezy his voice sounded. "oh hello there sir. what's your name?" "My name is Anthony Miller. actually, my granddaughter is your fan but she has had your number for ages and had not the guts to call you." explained the man. "yes? thank you Mr. Miller. maybe I can talk to your granddaughter? "

Boom! Why ? "Oops it fell down again." she grinned at the servants and they were watching her helplessly. "NOT YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING GIRL DID THAT AGAIN!" a feminine voice came from inside an a woman walked out in a professional attire holding a file in her hand. She was looking same as my mum's age. Is she her mom? "But I did it." Grace said to the woman. "How many times do I have to tell you don't damage my favourite things?" the woman seethed out.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

Grace ran to her room with her plate, leaving Mrs Anna staring at her behavior. Mr. Adam just listened to his wife's complaints with resignation. There were too many women in this house, he thought. So the atmosphere always became lively with the women's complaints, he muttered to himself. For him, listening to his wife's complaints had become a daily routine that couldn't be avoided. If Mrs Anna weren't complaining, it would be either Lea or Grace, who liked to snack at night, but when the scales went up, they would compete to blame their mother. Why did she buy delicious snacks? Why was her cooking always delicious?

Having the last class for the day as dance, Cassandra and Ravine were dropped back home together as Cassandra wanted to hang out with her new friend. Ms. Grace packs her bags as well, her small pink colored duffel bag fitting her clothes. As she walks outside, a senior grade student blocks her way. "Hey, Kris! What's up?" "You know what's up, Ms. Grace. I'll pick you up at 7pm." Saying, the young male leaves the campus, leaving behind a stressed 32 year old Grace. Grace Reynolds was once a nymphomaniac taking art therapy, in her early twenties. She's been having many affairs after her marriage as well, hence the divorce after her husband found out about her illness.

The table was a marble countertop that showed the map of the secret divisions, stretching from Khriva, down to Varagrafena, and beyond the mountains that led to Norspatia! “Okay, what’s the rush?” Crescent called out in his deep, gravel voice. “You won’t believe it guys but I saw her. She is coming!” Eriva informed exuberantly with a huge smile, her deep yellow eyes brimming with excitement. “And who is “her”?” Poseidon was the one who popped the question, with deep furrows of confusion marring his perfect, clean, shaved face. “Grisha! She is coming and she will be among this year’s intake.” She laid the news to us causing us to look at her in disbelief.

She began opening drawers, looking at pens and pencils, and then saw a yellow post-it attached to the inside of one of the drawers. Username: ADanvers Password: 1122Grapes Grace laughed out loud. Her brother really needed to work on his computer security. She input the password, and it let her in without a hitch. Seeing all of Adam’s things on his desktop, she sighed, beginning to open anything that seemed important. Guilt curled in her stomach, realizing that this wasn’t exactly something Adam would be happy about if he found out. Then again, she was just looking, right? She was trying to help. Nobody else seemed to be interested in doing anything except placing the blame on Jaime with no e

I had to meet Gracie and tell her all about Adessa. I knew she would be ecstatic. She knew all along that she was not my own blood, but she was a daughter after my own heart. I had no doubt she’d be happy if she found out about Adessa, as she had been bugging me to adopt her, but I had no capacity to add another child under my name. So, them, being sisters would definitely thrill her. Gracie moved to Greenfield when her daughter, Lacey, was six months old.

I took a deep breath and walked into the den. “Yes, father?” I said when I walked into the den and he was sitting at his desk. He looked over at me. “Have a seat.” He said and I did as I was told. “I just received a phone call from Mr. Grace. He said he found you with his daughter tonight. You know Sadie Grace is a patient of mine and her father would like for you to stay away from her. What were you doing with this girl Jacob? She is a very troubled young lady and I don’t want you messing around with her.” I could feel myself becoming upset, but there would be no reasoning with my father.

“Yes. Eight months now, almost nine. Adrian told me everything. She has been through a lot, Grace. Life wasn’t fair to her before he met her.” Grace leaned forward. “Tell me, what kind of person is she? Is she really good for him?” Victoria smiled again, remembering Savannah’s shy smile and quiet voice. “Grace, from the moment I saw her, I knew she was different. You can see the pain in her eyes, but also peace. She doesn’t talk too much. She greets everyone politely. The maids love her already.” Grace smiled and took a bite from her pie. “That’s good. Adrian deserves a woman with a clean heart. For years he has been alone, hiding behind work. I was worried he’d never find someone.”