Her Saving Grace Novels & Stories

The night Maya Winehouse and I slept together, she was drunk and had just broken up with her now ex-boyfriend, Daniel Carter. She had no choice but to marry me. Our marriage was quiet and stable. I once thought it would last forever… Until Daniel passed away from his sickness. When Maya went to pay her respects, she learned that he had left her for good because he had found out what happened between us that night. At that same time, she discovered the diary that I had written about my secret love for her. She became convinced I had ruined their relationship on purpose, and she hated me to the bones. She divorced me and threw me out with nothing. She also made sure to make my life

I never imagined I'd come back too late and let you suffer so much. Natasha looked at those transfer receipts, her eyes glistening as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. "It's not your fault." She could barely speak through her sobs. "I'm just useless." "No, you're not." I stepped forward and gripped her by the shoulders. "Natasha, listen to me. If it weren't for you back then, I would've rotted away in that electronics factory. You saved my life. You were the one who told me I couldn't let my life be destroyed like that, so now it's my turn to save yours."

I can't save your daughter. Grace hadn't recognized my voice. She shouted back, her voice trembling with anger. "You don't sound young yourself. Don't you have children? If your child were trapped somewhere this dangerous, could you really be so heartless and leave them there to die?"

Grace leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes for a moment. Johnny glanced at her. “You okay?” Grace nodded. “Yeah.” Then she looked at him again. “You know something?” Johnny raised an eyebrow. “What?” Grace hesitated. “I used to think the worst moment of my life was when my boyfriend stopped answering my calls.” Johnny listened quietly. Grace continued. “I thought everything was over.” Johnny spoke gently. “And now?” Grace smiled softly. “Now I think that moment might have saved me.” Johnny tilted his head. “How so?” Grace looked directly at him.

Sitting across an icy metal table, I faced her. Shirley was in a gray prison outfit, a shadow of her former self as the factory manager. Seeing me, she clung to hope like a drowning person grabbing for a lifeline. "Max! You're here! You finally came!" she cried, her face a mess of tears and snot. "Please save me! You have to! We're married, so for all the years we've shared, you can't just leave me!" I looked at her calmly, my eyes steady.

She kept her eyes on Henry. His breathing grew heavy as he looked from one woman to the other. His wife stood on one side, the woman who survived years of violence and danger with him. On the other was the sister his dying friend entrusted to him, the woman he promised to protect. Henry closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. When he opened them, the hesitation was gone. "Let Grace go." Grace stared at him for a moment. Then relief broke across her face, and she looked at him through her tears, scarcely believing he chose to save her.

"No, you couldn't. If you could, you would've been able to fix this before. You wouldn't be here hiding with us if you are capable of doing anything." "You have no fucking idea what I'm capable of." I yelled at her angrily. "The only reason I'm here is because I'm trying to play fair with everyone else. They might get into a grave danger if they try to save me once I do my original plan." "Then wake up. Best, seriously. If you go anywhere people will be in danger. You have to stay here and protect the people you love." "By letting Jake and the others go without me. How on earth is letting them leave going to protect them?" I stated completely pissed.

And her younger son didn't disappoint her. That's when she saw the girl. The same girl who saved her a year ago. Grace went for a walk one fine morning. Halfway through, she started feeling dizzy and fainted. That's when this girl came and rushed her to a nearby hospital. The doctors diagnosed that she had a heart stroke and if not for the girl, she would have lost her life that day. Leo went on a business trip that day and Grace couldn't ask for the girl's phone number or details then. But now, looking at the same girl speaking with Mark, who is Leo's assistant, she felt really happy. She rushed out of her room in a hurry to meet the girl and thank her properly for what she did.

"Mark, please, you can't abandon me now. I've done everything you asked of me." Mark's tone turned icy. "You seem to forget, Grace, that I saved you once before. You were on the verge of exposure, and I pulled you out of the fire. This is merely your payment for that." Grace's heart sank at his words, memories of that dark time flooding back. She owed him a debt she could never fully repay, and he knew it. She made a very foolish move in the past, and he was the one who saved her from a certain blow.

She said and Grace shook her head at her. “You are something, Charlotte. But that was good because I was able to stop thinking about all those stuff for some time.” She confided. Charlotte smiled, but she said nothing. She just grabbed her hands in her and gave her a reassuring pat on the back of them. By the time the evening drew to a close, Grace realized that her initial apprehension had transformed into a sense of accomplishment. She had been able to stop thinking about what could happen and stuff like that, through the sea of uncertainties, and she emerged on the other side even stronger and more resilient.