Gracie Faris Novels & Stories

“Do you know that he dated his co-worker, someone named Grace?” “What? No. How do you know that?” Then Farrah showed me her phone, a picture of William and his assistant, Grace, in a floor-length gown at the MET gala. It was an article about billionaire William Shaw and model Grace Kim. It said the two worked together at LiVo Technologies, and Kim was the reason for Shaw’s recent divorce from socialite wife, Victoria Shaw. “That’s a gossip column. It can’t be true. I’ve met Grace. She’s his personal assistant right now.”

He was well aware of the implications of the news and the battles that lay ahead. *Headline 1: Unveiling the Unprecedented: Kiara, Wife of Rival, Served as CFO at GRACE!* In a shocking revelation, it has come to light that Kiara Adams, wife of business magnate Viaan Adams, had been working as Chief Financial Officer (CFO) at GRACE, owned by none other than her husband’s fierce competitor, Hunter Brown. The startling information has stirred up a wave of speculation and intrigue, leaving the public and business circles buzzing with astonishment.

“Girls with more thousands on their social media than in their bank accounts.” “He doesn't, cause I'm not.” I boasted. “I run a consultancy here in Mount Leigh.” I added proudly, even though I gradually felt strength seeping out of me, which was strange. “Oh, well. I'm Grace, Grace Morgan. Lucas's ex-wife.” She sucked her teeth, smacked her lips, and threw the little hand mirror she was holding back into her purse. “Wow.” I said. I wished I'd isn't let out my surprise but it was too late.

and scrolled through my phone looking at things I shouldn't look at. Grace's Vogue cover stared back at me. She looked incredible. Not the carefully styled perfection I remembered from our marriage but something rawer, more real. Her hair was natural, her smile was genuine, and she radiated the kind of confidence I'd spent three years systematically destroying. The headline made my chest tight: "Grace Monroe: The Single Mother Disrupting Fashion and Redefining Success."

"So who was your Sire and or Maker from there?'' My father asked as I was happy he was trying his best. I dug into my stew as I listened to the conversation, my free hand reaching for Gracie's leg under the table to soothe her through our mate-bond as I felt her anxiety. "Oh, um, her name was Naomi Falls." Gracie said, smiling eagerly at my touch. "Naomi Falls?" My mother piped up, wiping her mouth. "Yes, she was around 2,605 years old before those horrid hunters hunted her down." Gracie said as I felt her sadness in my chest. "Huh,well, Jasmine Fields has been a close ally, and I never heard of this person." My mother said, causing the entire room to go silent as I looked at my mate, who se

We got into the studio and I was surprised to see Grace and some other lady. "Grace?" I called, perplexed. "What is she doing here?" I probed. "Let's find out," Lily answered impatiently. "What is she doing here?" Lily asked her secretary. Her voice was extremely loud, drawing Grace's attention to us. Her face dropped flat when she saw me. "She owns the brand of the makeup we would be using on your model. The makeup artist works under her brand" Lily's Secretary explained. "Hi miss Perez, I am Grace Murphy. It's nice to work with you" Grace said, extending her hand for a handshake. She did so while staring at me uncomfortably.

Maybe the reason she has one. Her hazel eyes stole my heart and her eyebrows looked like a rainbow. Her peach colour lips may turn any gentleman to lose their mind. How badly I wanted to kiss her lips. She kept watching me like I'm some source of the miracle. When I caught her eyeing me she averted her eyes. Her cheeks turned pink. I like the feeling that I have an effect on her. She barely applied any makeup on her face. Her dressing sense is good, her smile is beautiful, her voice was like a piece of music to my ear. Whenever she looked at me she had a shy smile on her face where I lost all my sanity in her.

Arthur Flynn. I started searching online for any publicly available details about Celeste and Tiffany but I’m more inclined to Tiffany. Yeah. General Grace is more of a Tiffany than Celeste. I found a social media account but there’s no photos of people. Her photos were more about nature and overseas travels. But I’m still on tract. The Guardian of the North is a nature-lover, it matches her personality. I clicked the next article but this time, Tiffany Brooks finally has a face. It was a CSR event of Grand Royale Bank where she works as an account associate for investment banking. Okay, that’s not General Grace, but alarm bells started ringing.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

Mom had set it all up but she likely had a large platform so here we go! She had a full on human vibe there. Definite gossip. Well you came to the right threesome! “Let’s just get right into it all shall we,” she said, as she motioned for the camera to start. I pulled away from Finch’s warmth reluctantly and sat up straight. I properly crossed my feet at the ankles like a good girl is supposed to do. Guess I missed the part about keeping my knees together but oh well. “Grace Astor, CEO of Astor Connects is joining us this evening for her first interview since taking over the company and the tragic and untimely death of her poor father. I’m Lilly Gates and you’re watching Fastball,” the woman