Gracie Hyland Novels & Stories

It's his 24th birthday, and everyone's excited to see the handsome Hades. They know that his behavior is a bit bad, but some have reported that he suddenly calmed down for no apparent reason. And for that reason, only Hades' friends and parents know. While they're busy talking to each others about business, Grace climbed on stage and picked up the mic. "Eveyone, attention." She said while smiling, they smile upon seeing a beautiful lady infront of them. It is unthinkable that she has two children at the age of 30-years-old.

Grace tugged at the corner of her mouth, apparently also surprised to meet Emily here, but she concealed her surprise well and chuckled, "So it's Emily. It's been so many years, and you've a big girl. Are you working as a model here?" Emily frowned and shook her head, "I'm a makeup artist." "A makeup artist," Grace smiled affectionately, looking very much like a long-lost family member, "Being a makeup artist is good work." She waved to the little boy and said, "Herry, come over here to Mommy." This boy was Grace's son? He should be from her second wealthy husband as rumored. Herry was being arrogant because of his father's wealth.

Lydia couldn't help but tease, "I'm just curious. When did you buy a house there? And when did you start cooking? It looks so delicious. "Come on, spill the beans. Do you have any secrets you're keeping from us?" Grace blushed at those words, and her words became somewhat incoherent. "What secret? I just ... I just shared bits of my life. I didn't expect it to attract so much attention." Lydia clearly didn't believe her and said doubtfully, "Really? Gracie, are you hiding a man in Summitview Manor?"

Lady Priscilla spat as I smirked at her fiery side. "So what? Don't Vampire's bite all the time?' Maurice asked, raising an eyebrow at Lady Priscilla. "Yes, we do, but in this case, it turns out Gracie is a hybrid half vampire half Succubi, and their bites turn out to be nasty." Lady Priscilla asked, pointing to Luis. "Is Rory okay?" Serena asked, as we both knew Rory was barely 1000, so even that match-up could severely hurt him. "Just a few scraps and bruises, but he is watching over the main manor, but until Gracie is investigated, Lord Mordecai had her thrown in jail when we all got here." Eddy chimed in as I sighed in relief, rubbing my stomach as if to calm the twins.

A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Stop… please…” she begged. But her body didn’t listen. One hand slid down her stomach and between her legs again. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "You feel that?" Sabine whispered. "That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife."

Even those who hadn’t initially looked back were now stealing glances, drawn by the growing buzz. Grace kept her gaze forward—until she caught Dana’s eyes on her—one she couldn’t quite decipher. Something about Dana’s expression was off. With a slight frown, Grace slowly turned her head. At first, she saw only a striking woman in her forties, poised and elegant—a familiar face from years past. Lydia. Once a celebrated film star, she had vanished from the industry after winning Best Actress six years ago. Rumors swirled that she had married into a Mining empire, retreating into quiet luxury.

It was my turn to cackle like hyena. "ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO CLEAN UP OR NOT ?" Lady Dracula screamed from the hall, sending us to our merry way to the washroom. I was wearing one of Rehana's shorts and Rudy's hoodie, cause her clothes didn't fit me, as I was size D while she was B. It was almost dinner time and I had put my phone on silent, knowing I was at Rudy's my family didn't bother to check up on me, and it wouldn't be surprise for them if I didn't come home tonight.

It was good because no one would find out who she was soon. Grace worked so hard all her life as an editor, crawling all the way to the top as the chief editor of a glossy magazine firm. She had appeared in the magazine herself a lot of times, but she doubted anyone here w would engross their time in reading magazines like that. Even if a few of them did, they wouldn't recognize her with her hair dyed jet back from the natural blonde color she had, and from wavy to straight.

She peeled off her sunglasses like they were part of a performance. Emilia froze. Max stood abruptly, his paper falling to the floor. “Grace?” His voice was low, stunned. Grace Montague. The Grace Montague. International actress. Heiress. The daughter of a media mogul. Once dubbed America’s Tragic Darling after a tabloid whirlwind that involved rehab, lawsuits, and a high-profile disappearance to an ashram in Bali. She was also Max’s most public, most high-profile heartbreak. The only woman he’d ever spoken of in the past tense with anything resembling vulnerability.

Lily started doing her hair, while my mom headed towards her suite to get ready. Lily was wearing a divinely gorgeous navy-blue gown tonight with silver accents. The gown was sleeveless with a high neckline in the front and draping almost to her bottom in the back. She wouldn’t be wearing a bra for this dress, not that she needed it. She was perfection and the gown suited her. She was going to break some hearts tonight as she always did. Drake POV