Her Graceful War Song Novel 소설 & 이야기

Sophia asked Grace when she wouldn't stop doing that. “You want war, right?” Both Alpha Nelson and Sophia were a little bit shocked when Grace had asked such a question. “I am very sure you do love war; it is very obvious and clear, dear and dear, I would give you, mark my words! You both can now enjoy your breakfast.” Grace said her voice was bland; one couldn't even understand if she was happy or angry. She left the dining room and descended upstairs, leaving the two to go on with their breakfast. Even staying with her mother, who goes drunk every day, was better than staying with Alpha Nelson in his estate; it was hell! Not even an estate.

Amy Grace’s hands trembled timidly as she held the microphone. A woman as conceited as she was shouldn’t feel shy standing before a crowd eager for her words. Her face looked unreadable, and inside, I felt amused to see her so vulnerable. In my past life, Grace had been the one who most enjoyed humiliating me. Now the tables had turned. I didn’t see when Warren approached; I only felt his warm breath brush against my neck. “What are you doing, Amy?” He looked into my eyes, then at the crowd frozen in front of us, and smiled. It was impressive how hard Warren tried to always look good in front of everyone.

Alpha Lucien’s POV The air was heavy with smoke and blood. Screams echoed in the distance, and the scent of pain clung to everything. Warriors were dragging injured bodies from the battlefield. Some were crying. Some were silent. Too many were not moving at all. But I didn’t look at them. I looked at her. Gracie stood by the edge of the field, frozen. Her eyes were wide, her lips trembling, her hands shaking by her sides. She looked like a ghost in the middle of a war zone. I saw her mother and Tavin running towards her.

Gracie itched her nape at the thought of the one reason they were here. “at least It’s better than being the bar guy.” “hmn… his voice is great though.” Emma squeaked and relaxed back to her chair. Gracie then kept staring at the guy singing and playing the guitar. She thought he did it with his heart. She thought his voice beautiful. People hardly paid them attention though. They were like causal things. Maybe she was the only one who just kept listening with rapt attention… And feeling the lyrics. It was really beautiful. *

The gentle murmur of the gathered guests faded into a distant hum as he focused on the promise of the approaching future. Then, the doors slowly creaked open, and there she was – Grace, breathtakingly beautiful, illuminated by the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows. Time seemed to stand still as she entered, her arm linked with Adrian. Grace was a vision of elegance. She wore a gown that seemed to cascade like liquid moonlight, its lace and silk trailing behind her like a celestial train. The bodice was adorned with delicate embroidery, shimmering with every step she took. The neckline, modest yet alluring, framed her face like a work of art. The dress seemed t

I watched her full breasts bounce with each thrust and looked up quickly as she moaned wantonly at her approaching orgasm. "I love you Grace, forever," I growled softly and buried myself as her walls quaked against my sensitive flesh. I spilled my seed once again. I thought briefly about how many children we would be blessed with when she sat up wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a deep kiss. I barely registered the sword getting buried into my spine or heard the gut wrenching scream of Grace as she rolled me to the side and fought off the crazy eyed human that had severed my spinal cord. I watched Grace screaming at the young male human asking why he'd done it and he s

V. I read it once. Then again, my blood turning to ice water in my veins. I slowly placed the phone on the table so Grace and Ryan could see it. Ryan was the first to break the stunned silence. “You have got to be kidding me. The absolute audacity of this woman!” “It’s not audacity,” Grace said, her voice low. “It’s a declaration. She’s letting you know that she knows you know. The game is over. This is her bringing the war directly to your doorstep, but on her territory. On her terms.”

How futile her efforts, how pathetic in the scheme of things. She didn’t regret a thing. Then she saw Connor and his brother, Finn, and her heart skipped a beat. If it had been the latter trying to kiss her in the arbour she may have put up less resistance. But the self-named warlord had a reputation for being as brutal as her father, if not more so. As black as his hair and beard, it seemed he was intent on becoming a monster. Would his brother insist he protect Grace? That was all she cared about.

I know I need to join the fight, but I can’t seem to tear myself away from Grace. “You bitch,” Walter’s voice yells above the wind and chaos of war. The familiar cocking of his shotgun draws my attention, and he points the gun at Lilith’s chest. As if in slow motion he pulls the trigger and Lilith tries to teleport out of the area, but I grab ahold of her hand and ground her to the spot with my magic. She looks down at me in horror as the first shot hits her squarely in the chest. I hear the shotgun cock once again as Walter slowly approaches Lilith. Holding onto her hand as tightly as I can, I keep her grounded to the spot as I cradle Grace’s lifeless body with the other. Walter pulls

I picked up my robe and wore it back. I raised my eyebrows in confusion, trying to figure out what was happening. What was the bell even for. "What is the cause of alarm?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. Grace turned around with that same sad smile that appears on her face every time. "It's time for the fist of war." She replied. "Fist of war," I thought. "What is it all about?" I asked. "Don't worry, when we get to the war floor, you will know what it is all about." She replied.