Gracie Hyland Novels & Stories

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.

“We’ll get through this together. Now, try to eat something. You need your strength.” Hailey nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’ll try.” Grace smiled, giving her hand one last squeeze before standing up. “I’ll talk to Duncan again. He must recognise that this is not fair to you." Hailey requested a maid after breakfast to assist her with bathing, hair styling, and wardrobe selection. The maid, a young woman called Lila, expertly groomed Hailey's hair into a simple yet attractive braid and chose a light blue outfit to suit her eyes.

Like she didn’t matter. I stared down at the floor, a strange weight pressing on my chest. There was something wrong here. Something I hadn’t seen yet. A knock on the door snapped me back to reality. “Who is it?” I called out. Before the words had fully left my lips, the door creaked open. Gracie walked in, balancing a tray of food, her hips swaying with intention. The silk dress she wore clung to her like second skin, short, tight, and designed to distract.

The anger burned hotter than the pain. Hours later, Grace stepped out of the room in a stunning silver gown that hugged her curves perfectly. The fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, and her hair was swept up in an elegant twist. She looked like someone who belonged on a magazine cover. Aiden was waiting outside the door, dressed in a sharp black suit. He looked at her, and for a second, his expression softened. He offered his arm, and she took it, playing her role.

"Best cat fight ever!" Hilary and Jada were both on the cheer team. They used to be friends, until I noticed that they weren't hanging out anymore. I didn't understand why, because they were like two peas in a pod. "Why were they fighting?" I asked. "Something about stealing boyfriends and Hilary mentioned Jada's boob job." Jasmine supplied. "It's all everyone been talking about. It would have turned into a blood bath, if a teacher didn't pull them apart." Jayden said shaking his head at the memory.

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.

Liam can sense my anxiety as he rests his head near my mark and I inhale him. “Emma, we’ll watch your healing process closely over the coming weeks and see what we can figure out regarding her absence, ok?”. Grace is trying to reassure me. She can tell I’m overwhelmed too. “I know some hybrid experts who might be able to answer some pregnancy questions although your baby isn’t technically a hybrid and Morrigan is the only one of “her kind” so that’s sort of tricky unto itself… hmmm”. She lowers my side of the bed’s arm railing. “First things first though, let’s do some brief checks and I bet you’re dying for a shower and some fresh clothes”. How does she always know what I need? It must be a

How could such kind and generous people raise such a narcissistic asshole. I'd also found out that Grace was a mother to two kids, a boy and a girl who were twins. I could remember that their names were Micah and Miley, and Miley was the married one with a beautiful five year old girl. "Hi, Grace, good morning," I greeted cheerfully, getting up to take the tray from her, but as expected she stopped me. "Morning to you too, Scarlett. How did you sleep?" I scrunched my face when I remembered how yesterday night had been so chaotic for me. I couldn't stop having bad dreams about everything going wrong in my life.

He walked briskly with businesslike purpose, but there was still something I didn’t like about him. “Excuse me,” he started, speaking to Gracie. “I’m Sam Hollier with the Hollier Cross Agency. Are you a model?” Gracie froze, gaping at him as she shook her head. “No.” “You should be one,” he said smoothly, reaching into his pocket and producing a business card. “I’m an agent, and I’d love if we could set up a meeting some time.” “I have no intention of being a model,” Gracie said, refusing to take his card. “Thank you for the offer, but no.”

Thin veins of blood showed under the skin in the worst spots. Adriana’s eyes widened in fury. “What the hell?! Did she hit you for real?” Grace Morgan was the hottest actress of the moment. She was bigger than the drama itself—always appearing at major fashion weeks, gracing magazine covers, and snatching up brand endorsements left and right. She seemed to be everywhere, her popularity skyrocketing for reasons no one could quite explain.