Gracie Faris Novels & Stories

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

She wiped her mascara tears, tying her hair into a tight ponytail before picking up her phone from the bedside table. She exits the room only to find Jason filling up a glass of water to pass to Ellen, who was now somehow calm and poised. Looking back at what Gracie saw in the mirror, her hair all wild and frizzy and her mascara running down her cheeks along with her tears. She remembers using the water proof ones and yet it was a mess. And then there was Ellen, she has probably cried her whole way here and even for an hour in Jason's arms. Yet, not a single streak of mascara, not even her hair looking a little imperfect. Gracie sighs deeply, accepting her fate as it is.

Name: Grace Felton Age: 28 DOB: 18th Feb 1993 Address: House No: 642, Block F, XXXX Father: Harry Felton Mother: Emily Felton Sisters: Gia and Gina (already married) Brother: Blake Felton Qualification: Bachelor in Culinary arts Profession: Head Chef in XXXX restaurant (Working Hours: 18 Hours) . “Why does she work for 18 fucking hours?”, Zayden asked and a frown appeared on his face. . “She is financially tight, Alpha. She is the only one who earns in the family as her father is diagnosed with cancer. She is saving her money for her father’s surgery.”

said I picking up the phone. "hello miss smith. this is one of your fans." said the gentleman on the phone who I estimated to be about the age of seventy and more because of how wheezy his voice sounded. "oh hello there sir. what's your name?" "My name is Anthony Miller. actually, my granddaughter is your fan but she has had your number for ages and had not the guts to call you." explained the man. "yes? thank you Mr. Miller. maybe I can talk to your granddaughter? "

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

Gail was caught between Jessica and Grace. She looking at them and really regretted it... She hadn't realized that the girl was a hypocrite the last time she went to see Grace in person... Jessica smiled faintly, “I’m not that important. Grace has a lot of resources right after her debut. She could get on as many successful and popular variety shows as she wants. She chose our new show and we’re very flattered." She wasn’t here for her at all. Jessica knew she had chosen the show because of Christian.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

In just 10 minutes, I had slipped into a sleek long dress with a daring thigh-high slit. From the depths of my suitcase, I retrieved a black velvet box and flipped it open. The black pearl necklace inside shimmered with an otherworldly luster in the soft light. Slipping it on, the cool pearls lay against my collarbone, a silent statement of elegance. The reflection staring back at me did not seem ready for a charity gala. She looked poised for battle. The gala was set to begin at eight. I made my entrance at 10. Alice, clad in a shimmering silver gown, was mid-laughter with the elite when her eyes caught mine. Her laughter died, her complexion draining of color.

Grace said filled with praise. Laila turned head to the figure next to her with a warm smile."Hi, Ann. I thought you didn't take class.Are you late?" Grace pulled up a chair and sat close to Charles' wife. It was as if they were used to being close together as classmates.Even though Grace is a new student who has recently been part of a painting class. Grace can't believe she has to do something like this when Laila's husband is the man she really loves.She is also very sure that Charles is looking for her whereabouts to ask her to return to England and meet Mr. Charmond.

"But I wouldn't be standing here if I didn't think something had to be done." He pressed the remote control, and the first photograph appeared on the screen. Marrine. Standing ankle-deep in the surf, her dress clinging to her legs, her windswept hair loose around her shoulders. She looked so happy. So utterly normal. A few people in the room recognized her immediately. "Marrine.... " The murmur came from the middle of the room, and another photo appeared on the screen. Marrine, sitting cross-legged on a rock while dozens of fish swam around her.