Gracie Hyland Novels & Stories

She was smart, I figured it was 2-to-1 odds that I would release her. Plus I looked for the Mustang to show up again on the files. The driver was well trained, he did not show. The first thing Gracie had to do was clean herself up. She hesitated to remove the bag, but she realized it was required, and after she found the scissors she figured out I had arranged things so she could remove it. While she was in the bathroom - it took awhile, starting with a enema - I put the (too) hot food and a clean bag on the table. When she came out she noticed, said a meek "Thank you" to the camera, but she wisely left them until the space was cleaned up. Cleaning up was sweaty work so she showered herself

She challenged me. “Sure.” I smiled giving her hand and she held my hand shaking it. “Deal.” She returned the smile. “Get ready to quit your business.” I held her hand tightly squeezing it. Her small and soft hands under my rock-hard like big hands. Cute though. “Now let me see my sister.” She requested me. “Wait, what’s the rush? Her name is Evelyn Garcia, right?” I inquired. “What? What do you mean?” “Her name is Evelyn Garcia right?”

Gracie couldn't help but scream after seeing this. She couldn't believe it. The people in the restaurant were also stunned on the spot. They dared not believe that it was true. At this moment, Kasey finally understood why Lucas didn't dodge. "Now..." Lucas looked at Gracie passively, asking, "Do you still think you are not an ant?" The Eldest Young Lady of the Gold family, Gracie, was so shocked that she couldn't utter a complete sentence. After a long time, the Eldest Young Lady of the Gold family, Gracie, said to Lucas, "Senior, just now I was so arrogant and ignorant."

“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.

Grace dreamed of me? *****

His words took Stella aback as she had no plan of doing that at all. As the wedding march sounded, Hylda slowly entered the venue with Ian's support. Hylda was only in her forties but looked about ten years younger with the makeup on. Her foxy eyes and high cheekbones exuded a piercing aura. After years of living comfortably without having to worry about anything, she was no longer the same timid person when she once was when Rainee financially supported her. Her elegant movements seemed to tell everyone she was destined for a life like this. Stella closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with images of Rainee lying in a pool of blood and how haggard she looked on the sick bed.

"Yes. I've heard of these people. They say magic rumours around these lands and not any ordinary person goes through here." "People hate what they fear. This land is owned by your late father and it's ran by a lady who goes by the name Maggot Cicero. Though she only met with your father and not with anyone else." "What are we to see around these lands then?" "Your welcome. My name is Janet " greeted a young lady who approached us anonymously. "The mistress is ready to have a word with you miss Lyle." She said having me worried to my feet for the fact that she knew who I was and named me out with my title.

“Keep your hands to yourself.” Rhysand stepped back half a pace, giving me room to pass. “Watch your step.” I walked ahead of him up the path. I did not look back. Because my pride was still intact, even if my waist was far too aware of one particular hand and my heart was beating like it had just joined Aiden in chasing down a Swiss race car. At the top, Gracie stood near the stone railing, her phone still in her hand, her face worn out from a maternal battle that had probably involved a gold ballroom.

I asked, dropping my bag on the floor. “Hey Sienna.” Gracie waves from the couch where she sat right beside Adrian. “Oh hey I didn’t see you there.” I smile at her. Gracie was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen—model-like body, red hair, brown eyes. On top of that, she was also one of the kindest people I knew, and we got along pretty well. “I was done for the day so we just came here.” Adrain got up and went to the kitchen counter. “I’ve made dinner, come eat with us.”

I look at her quizzically. “Not even Varia has such a powerful aura.” she whispers to herself, she seems worried. “Rydon, you know our laws though! We do not accept hybrids; they are powerful and dangerous! She cannot stay here!” Alpha Rydon’s wife screeches “Fucking mongrel” the girl growls. “Shineera, enough!” She looks at our father. “What! Do you expect me to call her sister? Does she even have a wolf? Mother said her mother was a slut, how do we know she is not as filthy? Are you going to let such a hussy in our pack?” she says in a degrading tone?