Gracie Hyland Novels & Stories

Georgina Hammond, called for attention. “Next up,” she said, scanning her list, “the Springfield Vipers.” I heard someone groan. The Vipers were a professional hockey team known for their talent, and for the chaos they brought with them. “Buckle up,” Dr. Hammond said. “These hockey stars are not known for their patience.” Grayson stepped in before she could finish. “Grace will take them.” My head turned slowly in his direction. He smirked. “Good luck. You’ll need it.”

And then she turned and walked up the stairs to her room. After she left, Christopher turned to Asher. "So you are the private investigator Hillary hired. You are very good at what you do. I have to say, I can't thank you enough for what you did... You saved Kimberly's life" "Just doing my job" Asher said simply. "Christopher Keane. Pleasure to meet you" "Pleasure meeting you too" Asher replied and shook Christopher's hand. "Well, Asher and I have a lot to discuss" Hillary said.

Gracie cleared her throat making a sound, she arrived some seconds ago but both of them didn't notice her presence. Emily snapped out of her thoughts after Gracie made a sound, she introduced her to Tyler before he retired to his room to get ready for the day. "Wow!, He's so handsome!" Gracie said to Her as she watch Tyler go to his room, she held her hand smiling and jumping around. "You never told me he was so hot" She said again but Emily ignored her, she has gotten used to her friend being so excited after seeing handsome guys.

Although deep down I knew that where this conversation is heading to but I acted as if I have no clue about whatever he has to say next. "I met Grace when I was only eight years old. She was this little princess who was never loved and pampered. Her father was alcoholic and her mother was prostitute. They never loved her but she was okay with that. You know, her mother wanted to drag Grace into prostitution but somehow she managed to escape. You think that you know everybody, right? No, you don't. There are some stories which are always left unsaid. Grace never got love of her parents, it was only me, Blake and Riley who look after her. Just like a normal girl, she had dreams but then she wa

I took a deep breath and walked into the den. “Yes, father?” I said when I walked into the den and he was sitting at his desk. He looked over at me. “Have a seat.” He said and I did as I was told. “I just received a phone call from Mr. Grace. He said he found you with his daughter tonight. You know Sadie Grace is a patient of mine and her father would like for you to stay away from her. What were you doing with this girl Jacob? She is a very troubled young lady and I don’t want you messing around with her.” I could feel myself becoming upset, but there would be no reasoning with my father.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

I stop beside her bed, meeting her eyes. Noticing Ethan’s presence behind me, Lily instantly breaks into sobs. “ It’s true, Gracie. I didn’t take any pain medicines even if it hurts like hell. I imagined the pain I caused you and couldn’t bring myself to reduce my pain. I am so— ” Before she can say anything else, I grab her hand and pull it towards me. She screams out, trying to pull it back. Instantly, Ethan hisses. “ Grace, what are you doing? ”

"She looked thrilled when she was crying into her Chardonnay." "The gala is going to be a bloodbath," Gracie said. She sat down across from me, her face serious. "Jolie's entire family will be there. Gabriel's father will be there. These people don't do drama, Olivia. They do cold, calculated social warfare. You need to be perfect tonight." "I'm always perfect," I said. "You threw up on a four-thousand-dollar skirt days ago." "That was a different version of perfect." Gracie didn't laugh. She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. Her grip was tight.

“No, I get it. Mind if I sit down with you?” She had sat down next to Emma on the bench. Emma looked at her closely. There were fairy lights strung around the garden and the shadows crossed her face, giving her an air of mystery. Emma had to admit that she was a beautiful young woman. She also had blonde hair, but it was a darker, more honey-colored hue. She had a slightly curvier figure than Emma’s. Her breasts were particularly impressive. If Emma had to make a guess about her, she would have said that she looked like a farm girl. As she spoke, the twang in her accent seemed to confirm this. “I’ve seen you around,” Gracie said, matter-of-factly. Her voice was soft, somehow reassuring. Emma

She asked attentively and gently. Hendry seemed to really like Yuriel until he even didn’t see her, a daughter of the mayor and a noble of the Capital. It didn't matter if he didn't get Hendry's attention, he could curry favor with Cain and his wife to become Aleandro Gilren's wife. Yuriel was just a woman without a prestigious family status who could have been knocked out of the family. Meanwhile, Grace was different and came from a noble family and her family was involved in politics. As long as he could please Cain, the next head of the family, Hendry's opinion didn't matter.