Gracie Adams Novels & Stories

She's a good example of someone who let their fame blind them. "Katherine, nice to see you." I politely greeted as she giggled up at me. Katherine Moore is her name; She was a pretty woman, tall with brown hair cut in a pixie haircut, and a lighter shade of brown eyes. We've acted together in a movie once a few years ago, and she's been working her hardest to seduce me since then but knowing that it was for my fame and influence and nothing else, I didn't let myself get any closer to her, keeping our relationship strictly professional.

But age still can never be deceived. "Do they think I'm a mistress?"She muttered, her knees feeling so weak. Seemingly unable to continue on her way to pay her respects to the older woman. Stroking Grace's back made feel a little calmer, it was Mr.Charmond who did that between voices that kept on filling her ears alternately.A crowd of people that Grace really hates, she doesn't like a crowd even though she manages to present a laugh and show a state filled with pride as the wife of the first conglomerate in her country, after Mr. Emeron chose to leave the city of England.

In Loving Memory Of: Lydia-Marie James Mitchell. Loving wife and mother. March 5, 1979-June 30, 2014 ~~~ Once met, never forgotten. Uncompromisingly unique. Generous of heart, constant of faith. Remembered with love.

Maria's eyes widened with disapproval as she politely broke free from the tight embrace. "Mother!" Jackson protested as he sprung up. Maria repeated it in her head again, mother? She was wrong about her boss...for now, she concluded. But how was his mother so young? "Uh, nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Maria Gracia, Jackson's new PA," she said politely and watched the woman's face fall, flushing with disappointment. "Oh," her arms fell to her sides and she turned to her flustered son. "So, you treated Theodore that way for nothing?!"

I guess it will be long before they start to accept each other's relations, clearing all other differences between them. And while I'm seeing them both chatting together, I'm worried about what Grace wants to talk about to me because her face doesn't seem to change even after dinner. She seems to be in some kind of deep thoughts, I don't know what, but the question is, do I want to ask her the reason for it? I guess I have to, she is pregnant and her mood affects not only her health but also her baby's. Grace is both Daniel's girlfriend and the mother of the child and Jayce's sister, so my relationship with her doubles somehow, so taking care is my responsibility too.

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Grace dreamed of me? *****

She peeled off her sunglasses like they were part of a performance. Emilia froze. Max stood abruptly, his paper falling to the floor. “Grace?” His voice was low, stunned. Grace Montague. The Grace Montague. International actress. Heiress. The daughter of a media mogul. Once dubbed America’s Tragic Darling after a tabloid whirlwind that involved rehab, lawsuits, and a high-profile disappearance to an ashram in Bali. She was also Max’s most public, most high-profile heartbreak. The only woman he’d ever spoken of in the past tense with anything resembling vulnerability.

It was obvious that he wasn't pleased with this scene. “Gracie, what are you doing here? Why did you come all the way down to Los Angeles?” Estella furrowed her brows, walking slowly towards them. “Do you know her?” She asked, here the lady raised her eyes with sorrow as she waited so eagerly to hear what Adrian would address her as. “I do. She's a model of course, you should know.” Adrian’s voice had some mischievousness which made Estella suspect that he and Gracie had something in common, even if they longer had, they had in the past.

"Now, аgаіn іn regard tо mеn, and particularly іn regard tо Adаm. From thіѕ moment fоrwаrd уоur wіll nо lоngеr uѕе уоur ѕаuсу mоuth аnd ѕhаrр tоnguе tо criticize Adаm Yоu will use them tо compliment аnd сеlеbrаtе hіѕ mаnhооd аѕ dо I." "Dо уоu undеrѕtаndіng whаt I аm tеllіng you Grасе?" "Yеѕ Mistress." "Grace аnѕwеrеd іmраtіеntlу. Arе уоu gоіng to make love tо mе nоw? I am ѕо horny, рlеаѕе untіе me now Mіѕtrеѕѕ." Grасе said, ѕtаrtіng tо tug аt hеr bоndѕ.