Her Graceful War Song Novel Novels & Stories

I watched as the warriors gathered around her, their expressions bright, their voices eager. They praised her beauty openly, unashamed. One said he had heard stories of the beautiful heiress of Blue Crescent Pack but never imagined he would meet her in person, not to mention being fed by her own hands. Another added that it was an honor, truly, and that they were happy for her, happy she was getting married to their Alpha. Sasha lifted a finger to her lips once again. “Shh,” she said lightly, recklessly. “You shouldn’t say such things.” she said but didn’t deny it.

“Mommy, you said all liars go to hellfire.” “I’m sorry, okay? I just wanted to protect you so they won't reject you because you got expelled,” Rose whispered. The woman returned. I’ll take you to the director’s office. By the way, “I’m Grace, the director’s secretary.” She offered her hand. “I’m Rose,” she said, shaking it. “And your boy?” Grace asked kindly. “His name is…” “I’m Tyler,” he cut in quickly before Rose could finish. Grace smiled and led them to a the office.

I was defeated. She cleared my desk, dropping every book and bible to the floor, I fought the urge to pick them up as I sat her up on it. She smiled, putting her arms up. I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Her nipples hardened from the cool air, and I moved closer, brushing my fingers over them. As a teen, I had my fair share of women, but none of them struck me this way, not even the woman I spent years married to. I dropped my pyjama pants and fisted my cock, it was so hard it was pulsing, leaking with pre cum. “Put it in,” Grace ordered, her voice laced with every ounce of sin I wanted to taste.

The icy water soaked through my clothes, sending violent shivers through my body, but it was nothing compared to the freezing of my heart. I stared at the scattered, ruined drafts on the floor, each torn piece representing a dream I had once cherished. In that endless, agonizing darkness, a part of Vivienne died. The love, the hope, and the pain were all being drained out of me, leaving behind only a hollow, unfeeling shell. It wasn’t until midnight that they finally left. I stumbled to my feet and began picking up the shattered drafts. Then, I slipped out quietly. I thought I had long since gone numb to the pain, yet my heart still ached so profoundly…Before dawn, while the sky was still da

It was a soft, beautiful song. With some apprehension, I began to sing the song to Grace as I shampooed her hair, my voice soft and breathy. She froze for a moment, her body becoming even stiffer but after a second she relaxed against me, her limbs sinking into the bath as she laid her back against my chest.

She ordered me around like she used to, as if I were still her obedient husband from the countryside. Right then, any last bit of hope I had for her crumbled to dust. I remembered the day I first saw her, standing under the big locust tree at the village entrance. She was in a white dress, holding a book, as serene as a painting. The single guys in the village said she was too proud and tough to approach. However, I was enchanted, convinced she was the one I, Max Ferguson, was meant to marry.

“I think I’m good, just want to get some rest.” “How about I escort you to your room? Rowan, you can wait for me in the courtyard,” Kara said grabbing Grace’s arm and leading her away. They started walking and stopped as one of the soldiers appeared. Grace raised her brows as she saw his honey-blond hair, and brown eyes and was quite beautiful. The soldier bowed. “I could hardly believe it, but you have returned to us…” The soldier bent down took her hand and kissed it. Grace’s eyes widened. “Um, thank you,” she said, not wanting to make it too awkward while talking to the man.

"Do we just sit here and twiddle our thumbs while she tears our lives apart?" Grace’s gaze hardened, her eyes glinting with a cold, dark determination. She looked out toward the horizon, her expression turning into a mask of pure steel. "I didn’t sacrifice everything, waiting for years, just to let some girl ruin me," she hissed. "I have never been defeated, and I don’t intend to start now. No one wins against me. Never." *

I was with him always when he had made plans or deals with other kingdoms or just choosing the right decision for himself--I was always with him guiding him and he himself guiding me. I know that my existence had succeeded over twenty years--an age every woman gets married and already has children at but that does not mean I have no opinions and feelings enough to get wed without my input. I cannot reject this proposal since Azaleth may start a war with us. They have highly trained knights and many weapons, a lot of which we do not even know about. If we ever have a war with them, we would lose. We have already lost so many knights and warriors in the Great war of Dajoah and Caldorus.

Grace paused and after a few minutes, she turned to look at him with a wicked smile on his face, “Actually, there could be a fundraiser.” Warren threw her a look of disgust, “Whatever it is you are planning this time, just make sure it doesn’t bounce back on this family.” Unaffected by his sour expression, she got up and approach him, kneading his shoulder blades gently, “It won’t, I promise. In fact, we would end up killing two birds with one stone.” Withdrawing from her touch, Warren entered the bathroom, banging the door behind him. Grace only smiled; she didn’t care however he treated her, so long as she got what she wanted.