Grimke Sisters Novel Novels & Stories

twelve years ago. On the table were files. Photos. Letters. Dates. Car accident reports. “Sit,” she said. I did. She opened one file and turned it to me. “Three years ago, your sister hit a woman crossing the street in town. She was drunk. The woman died on the scene.” My hands trembled. “She called me,” Granny Elizabeth continued. “Begged for help. I paid off the witnesses. Moved the body before the police and silenced the family.” “Why?” My voice cracked.

Grimes confessed coldly, “but… but because we had another motive in mind.” “What motive?” Oswald asked now, his voice taut. Mrs. Grimes glanced at him, then back at Orlanda. “Years later, we heard that the woman who had given birth that night… died. Her husband too was gone, they were both involved in a plane crash. But…” She paused, hesitating. “…there was another daughter. An older sister. Having lost her parents in the plane crash, we knew she was now alone, and that we could use that. We planned to eventually present you to her as her long-lost sibling and extort money from her.”

“I would never do that. Hunter is Alistair’s brother. I know that, and I know my place.” I rushed on before she could interrupt again, trying desperately not to give myself away, even though I’d always been a terrible liar. “Besides, you’ve all warned me about him. He’s a lunatic. Why would I want to get involved with someone like that?” Mrs. Grimshaw said nothing, she just kept staring. "Besides, Hunter would never be interested in someone like me. Not when I'm his brother's wife." I added. She studied me for a long moment, and I held her gaze, forcing myself not to look away.

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

Blake's sister, Grace, spoke as she came to a halt beside the driver's door. " But, I have some friends to invite for the event tomorrow," Drake whined looking at his elder sister with pleading eyes saying, ' For goodness sake, I need to see a hooker!' Grace rolled her eyes, took a step back, opened the door, and yanked Drake from the car. When he was out, she bent over and looked at Lena who was still in the car. " Oh Hi, future sister-in-law," Grace's smile didn't reach her eyes. Lena flashed her a wry smile in acknowledgment. Unlike Drake, Grace did a terrible job of concealing her dislike for Lena. Personally, Lena didn't like her either; she had a pretty unlikable face, and Lena didn't

“N-no! We can’t go north! They’ll – they’ll enslave us! They’ll make us work for them! They’ll keep us in a room and send men to us –“ Grace stands straight, staring at the sisters, shocked. I exhale slowly, trying to stay calm for their sake. I was worried this would be their reaction. I’ve heard rumors about the Children of Solace before and it’s not positive, regarding how they treat women. “I promise you,” I say, shaking my head. “None of that is going to happen –“ “We know, all right!?” Jade snaps. “We know what happens up north – all the violence, and the people in chains, and the horrible King and Queen making everyone work for them, just sitting back and eating all day and counting t

The days that followed Nickolas's visit to Culmore, the hours and minutes dragged on by. Grace's head was in the clouds as she packed her bags yet again. she was moving back to London. Nicko had gone ahead of them. He wanted to sort out the 'jumble' as Grace had called it, with Amelia before she and Neill came into the Meyer Mansion.

Her pale fingers tightly squeezed a crumbled-up paper – a note that had her whole world crash and burn to the ground. Grace White, the girl who always had a smile on her face, always saw the good in people and was always so strong, finally broke. With her eyes closed, her ears sort out the giggling and the laughter of the two people who have made the last two years of her life, a living hell. In little Gracey’s heart, a spark was lit, and her mate’s and his wife-to-be’s happiness were the gasoline she needed.

In its thirty-four years of being in business, no one had ever escaped; until now. This was a disaster. She needed to act fast. With the journal in her sister’s possession and her sister now free to seek help, there was no telling what would happen next. She didn’t understand why things were going so badly. Other than murdering her aunt upon impulse, she’d taken the time to carefully plan out Davina’s confinement.

“Wait. Is she the one who killed herself?” “That she is. Husband up and leaves her, takes their nine children with him and vanishes. Nine children, can you dig it? Leaves her saddled with a mentally disabled sister, that’s what I’ve heard—just the two of them, living alone in that big rambling bitch of a place. This was like 1930 or something. So anyway, Gracie Meredith decides to end it all. But, do you know how she did it?”