Gracie Faris Novels & Stories

Faye was a friend of her fathers she did Grace's make up and hair for every event, and even came along to the events herself. "Hi Gracie." Her chirpy voice called out at the sound of the door chime. "Are you looking forward to the party?" She came out through the tasles on the doorframe of the back room. Her long bleache blonde hair was pinned straight, she wore a white cami top and black jeans, she had an orange tinge to her skin from the fake tan, with her full thick eyelashes and dark green eyes, she gave off a shiny happy aura. "Hi Faye, Yeah it's going to be great." Grace smiled back at her, her brown eyes held excitement within them. "I love a good pamper day." She walked over to the d

Trevor A week later is her first time in New York, and Gracie is as charming as ever. She twirls around in the red dress she picked from the stockpile in front of her. It’s day one, and we’re focused on revamping her looks. Not like I want to change a thing about her. Gracie is perfect with her copper shade of hair to those sweet lips that torment me night and day. We have a deal! No flirting and no touching. But how can I stop myself from craving her? We’ve posted every moment on social media, leaving lots of wistful comments in our wake. My social media presence is a hot trail for now, thanks to this scam.

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

“What did she do? She actually offended you? Enough for you to scold her by name?” Calvin’s lip curled in distaste. “Cut the crap.” The line went dead. Ray stared at his phone for a long moment before letting out a low whistle. Calvin, couldn’t care less about the entertainment industry—he had always called it dirty, messy, and an eyesore. For him to intervene like this… this Grace must’ve touched a landmine. Ray’s curiosity piqued. He called his team. “Which theater group is Grace attached to right now?” The response came swiftly. “She’s filming a period drama in New Jersey at Film City. ‘The Beauty of a Pouring Country,’ directed by Noah Wood.”

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

Once she was inside and the elevator was moving, Giselle asked, "what happened to your designer suits? I thought you had a new one for every single day." "I don't think my choice of outfit is any of your business," Grace snapped. "You seem to have got yourself a backbone, I have a feeling I prefer the Grace Jones of before," Giselle frowned. "Can you just leave me alone?" "I'm sure you must have watched The Cook Room, you should know that Mr Black is way out of your league. His new girlfriend is what you dream of becoming," Giselle said. "What I dream of becoming? I think you're speaking for yourself, excuse me," Grace said, leaving as soon as they reached the ground floor.

Do not take too long Karish will be waiting for you in the lobby. Our meeting is earlier than yours, so I'm going out first. See you later!" Karish took over my thoughts that almost forgot the meeting dressed in a blue navy blue dress. It was neither too tight nor too big, it fit my frame perfectly. I put on plates and held the heels in one hand and the clutch bag in the other. I saw myself in the mirror and barely recognized my own reflection. I have to admit that Melissa did a great job with my hair and makeup. I should thank her when I can

It could have sounded rude, and termination in this contract was the only thing she wanted to avoid. "No, it's nothing," Jackson quickly intercepted. "Who's she?" He turned to Harry now. "Meet Miss Maria Gracia, your new PA," Harry said. "What?" Jackson's exclamation rippled through the quietness of their surroundings. "Not this one, I don't want her."

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

She says with a bow. “I’m Grace, Luna Siobhan, and obviously I will be doing your hair for tonight.” The woman to Farrah’s right says. “Hello Grace, if we could please keep my hair down and simple that would be great.” “Of course, Luna,” Grace says with a bow of her own. Then, the miracle workers get to work as Noemi and I discuss the ceremony and the jewelry that she has paired with my gold dress. Farrah set my make-up with some setting spray just as Grace finished finger-brushing out the curls she had put in my hair.