Hellen Gravely Novels & Stories

After the party, Laura offered Grace a job as the human resource manager at Hollando Ventures. One of her course mate was the owner of the company and so it was easy for her to have connected to Grace. It was Grace's first day at work, she had to be punctual, well dressed and at same time be prepared for the day's task. She got to the office and she met someone familiar "Hello beautiful, nice to meet you again" the young man said. Grace couldn't recall where she had met him "Good morning" she said smiling, trying hard to recall fast

Only then, Tomas face become better. However, his heart still felt a little uncomfortable. That day, in the hospital, he had seen the sickly Grace. she was barefaced and had not put on any make-up. Even though her face was as pale because of her illness, her face was still soft and dewy. Moreover, even without any make-up, she still looked heart-rending, unlike Hellen who looked like a terrifying ghost without make-up. Moreover, Grace life after the divorce was clearly not very good. She was not as pampered as Hellen. She was even older than Hellen so how come Grace look youthful in her current state will the pampered Hellen looked like a zombie?

* * * *The Graham's Mansion* *Havilah City* Gloriella Graham, the eldest miss of the Graham family was what one would describe as a peerless beauty, with her snow white skin, dark obsidian eyes and long flaming red hair, she was nicknamed the ' Scarlet witch' Asides from being a physician and a painter, she had always ranked number one in the annual competitions. She was the only daughter of her father and anything she wanted, she ends up getting. Gloriella dipped her brush into the paint as she added final touches to the painting, it was the painting of a man, she highlighted his features, his dark wavy hair, his cheekbones and his glittering green eyes, the frown didn't leave her face as

It was when he saw her, head bowed, eyes stared at the floor and on the verge of prostration in front of her colleagues that he realized the reason behind this uneasiness. Hila She felt a sharp pain in her neck. No, it wasn't, calling it sharp was just the tip of how it actually felt, it was excruciating. She would rather be stabbed a hundred times than feel this pain again She tried punching his abdomen and pushing him away but he wouldn't budge. She felt weak and helpless. How did it end up like this? She could clearly remember whatever happened before they entered the elevator. Her and Levi. Then what was he doing right now? She could feel his gasps and him gulp down her blood unceasingly

"Three weeks Helena." "Three weeks," Helena said. The official guest list came through from Dana on Tuesday. Helena read through it at her kitchen table with her coffee. Industry names she recognised. Platform executives. Production team. Press. Adrian Cole. Thomas Ade. Elena Markov. She kept reading. Damian Graves. She stopped. She read it again. Damian Graves. Industry guest. Greystone Capital. She set her coffee down. She sat with it.

I can smell the aroma of Sinigang, my favorite! "Breaking news! Brooklyn's Shoe Collection owner Helene Brooklyn, report about her daughter missing." I turn my gaze on the television and Hilary's mom is on T.V. "If you see my daughter please inform us! We are willing to give a reward! I just really want to see my daughter!" she said while crying in front of the camera. Hilary and I are best friends for like two to three but she never tells stores about her parents or family. Maybe she wants it to keep private and I respect that. It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what.

It gave off a stench so vile it was beyond words. Chunks of dried concrete still clung to me. My exposed skin was blotched with livor mortis, and my face held just enough to hint at who I used to be. Jayden stood frozen, eyes locked on my corpse like someone had hit pause and left him stuck in that moment. "No way… No way…" Jayden muttered, his expression twisting into something unreadable, his voice barely a whisper. Hank gave his shoulder a gentle pat. "What's done is done, Jay. You've got to let it go."

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

Even after everyone had paid their respects at my gravestone, I couldn’t find his figure among the crowd. As people began to disperse, only Troy and Mom remained at the gravestone. They shared one last glance before leaving. I sat idly in front of my gravestone, trying to appear strong. “Troy to choose such a nice photo. All those hours I spent editing it weren’t in vain, at least it’s serving a purpose now,” I said loudly, to no one in particular. Then my emotions suddenly burst forth like a dam breaking. The realization that I was dead and would never again sit with everyone I loved overwhelmed me, and I began to weep uncontrollably.

After they left, I took a car to the fake death service center. When I saw the silicone body, crafted to mirror me exactly down to the skin texture and most minor details, I couldn't help but be impressed by their skill. While I was still staring, a staff member handed me a contract. "Ms. Granger, we've booked your flight to Milanos and wiped all your identity records. The replacement is ready. On the day you chose, we'll make it fall from the banquet hall rooftop exactly as instructed. "From that moment, Elsa Granger will no longer exist—only Faith Winslow. Sign here if you're ready."