Gracie Faris Novelas e Histórias

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."

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.

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

“I was taking a break!” Grace rolled her eyes, setting her bag down. She loved him more than anything, but ever since their parents had passed away, she’d taken on the role of both sister and guardian. It wasn’t easy, but she did it gladly. “How was work?” Jacob asked, scribbling furiously to look busy. Grace hesitated, then sighed. “Let’s just say… I met someone I hope I never see again.” Jacob raised a brow. “That bad?” “That bad,” she confirmed.

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."