Gracie Faris Novels & Stories

“I’m fine, as you can see. There’s no need to pay them anymore attention. Now, how about that dance?” “Who the fuck do you think you are to dismiss us?” Tessa snaps, stepping up to me. “What is going on here?” A soft voice breaks through the tension and we all stand back, as Grace walks up to us. She’s dressed in a mermaid style gown, in a shade of ethereal blue. Her blonde hair hangs in ringlets down her back and her makeup is flawless. That flawless face currently looks pinched as she stares at all five of us. “Mother,” Aiden starts, smiling softly. “You look lovely tonight.”

He could probably see it written all over my face, or maybe it was from the softest whimpers that escaped from my mouth. I didn't like being played with. If I was going to commit to this, then Grayson is too. The moment I lift my hips again, he gets the message. Finally, answering my every want, Grayson's fingers touch the sensitive part of my body between my legs. I can't help but cry out, much to Grayson's enjoyment. I could only imagine how much pleasure he was having with me reacting to his every movement, despite it being minute. Even my pleading eyes don't get much of a response.

Taking a breath Ava turned to look at the woman occupying the other seat. Grace Carlisle was a finely-boned woman of average height. Her thin lips were pressed together and her gaze was small and narrow giving her a rather pinched expression as if she perpetually smelled something disagreeable. In all her life Ava couldn’t remember her mother ever having a different expression. It suited her mother’s pensive personality but now Ava found it rather sad and wondered if her mother even felt joy.

He had only asked the secretary to approach him. The tall and lean secretary was a little frightened when Javier caught her dainty hand. Seeing that her boss, Freddy, could not protect her at the moment, she could only answer, “I—I’m Grace Jones. I’m 23 and I just graduated from university. I h-haven’t…” Grace could not finish her sentence. She was completely red and seemed to be at a loss for words. After all, this was her private life. How could she be expected to say this out loud as a girl?

Grace scoffed and looked at him with raised brows, “Oh come on. Don’t flatter me.” Two weeks have passed since Grace relocated to Springfield. To make ends meet, she started working in a coffee shop as a barista. She had to fake her identity to save herself from that psycho who might be on a hunt. She even changed her sim so that her father couldn’t track her. She was no longer Grace but Anastasia Miller, a country girl, not an omega.

in white cooperation Ashe was seated in front of the big mirror. she was being prepared for her next shoot which happens to be her last for the day. She was in a pink bikini and her long golden brown hair tied in a ponytail."Ashe, have you seen what is happening on the Internet?"Grace entered her dressing room holding a tablet in hand. Grace was a new model who was raising but not as quickly as Ashe did."what do you mean?" her attention was on the reflection in the mirror as her makeup artist do a beautiful job." check it out if you don't mind "Grace found her way beside her and placed the tablet in her hand" what the hell is this suppose to mean? who did that?" she pointed her other hand at

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Stop… please…” she begged. But her body didn’t listen. One hand slid down her stomach and between her legs again. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "You feel that?" Sabine whispered. "That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife."

In their eyes, I was just lucky to breathe the same air. "Seraphina!" Gracie Morrison's voice cut through the noise like a blade, the head cheerleader stood near the VIP section, her perfect blonde hair catching the light as she beckoned me over with one manicured finger. "Finally….we've been waiting forever…get us more drinks."

I don't want to be disrespectful. But she must be someone who has business with chief, what would I do with her? "Hello ma'am" I gritted nervously. "I am sorry but chief is not present here" She smiled at me. "I know, I'll wait... And you___?" She raised her eyebrows. Oh god! Even her voice is smooth like silk. I don't know why but she looks familiar. I don't think i have ever meet her. "I am Grace... I am h_his personal accountant."