Her Saving Grace Novels & Stories

Seven years after waking inside a novel, I had confessed to Claire Monroe ninety-nine times and been rejected every time. The moment I told the System I was giving up on my mission, Claire suddenly confessed to me instead. I was about to say yes when I started hearing my family's thoughts. [In our last life, this monster nearly got Ryan killed. Thank God we were all reborn. Once they're married, I'll cut off his arms and legs!] [Why wasn't he the one who died instead of my Ryan?] [If it weren't for Ryan, I would rather die than marry this bastard.] A flood of vicious thoughts crashed over me, and the world started to spin. The redemption I'd been so sure of was nothing but a joke.

After my fiancé ran away with my sister, I became the biggest scandal in New York. Then Roman Vescari—the feared Don of the Vescari crime family—confessed that he had loved me for years. I married him. For five years, Roman treated me like the center of his world. Everyone believed I was the cherished wife of New York's most powerful mafia don. Then I overheard him speaking to his consigliere. "Celeste is Adrian's wife now. Are you really going to spend the rest of your life pretending to love Evelyn?" Roman fell silent. "I married Evelyn. I'll love her and give her everything a Vescari wife deserves. Celeste is in the past." But when Celeste and I fell into a freezing lake, Roman swam past

"I still can't believe it. Adrian Cole is actually in a holding cell." Daniel walked over to the crystal decanter on the sideboard, pouring three glasses of vintage champagne. He handed one to Grace, one to me, and raised his own. "It's over because we stood together," Daniel said, his deep voice rich with emotion. He looked straight at Grace. "Thank you for flying to London, Grace. You saved me." "You spent ten years taking the blame for our father's death just to keep my name clean, Daniel," Grace replied, her gray eyes shining with unshed tears as she clinked her glass against his. "It was my turn to save you."

“We’ve survived worse. The pack is united, and this child… they are ours. And they will be protected.” I stepped closer, brushing her hair from her face, feeling the heat and strength that had carried her through labor, through the challenges since. “We’ll show him,” I said, voice harsh with resolve, “that crossing us isn’t an option. Not now, not ever.” ⸻ Gracelyn POV

He said she was there, but unresponsive to his prodding. Benny, Cara and Angel come to see Grace nearly every day. Cara and Angel feel guilty that Grace saved everyone and is in this state while they are fine. Angel is even pregnant again. I usually use their time with her to go shower or I’ll just lay in the bed I had brought into Grace’s room and try to get a little sleep while others are there talking to her. The baby boom in our pack has continued. Tula, Lelani and Lolana all had their babies while Grace has been unconscious. Sirona is due any day and thankfully two of her aides have gotten their medical degrees and can deliver her baby and look after Grace while she’s recovering.

Seeing that he wasn't moving, I turned away from him and went over to where Kayla lay on the ground, still unconscious. I heard the sirens in the distance as I sat on the floor and cradled her to me. "Kayla." I whispered softly, waking her up. I felt my chest tightened as I looked at her face. Her tear stained cheeks were swollen and there was a small cut on her forehead. I couldn't help but feel like I had failed her. I promised her that I wouldn't let him hurt her again. "It's me Kitten, wake up. You are safe now." I lifted my hands and brushed away a few strands of hair from her face.

Amore took a deep breath as she stares at herself in the mirror in front of her. There is still a gauze on her arm where it was shot by her uncle. She touched the gauze and suddenly thought about Amadeus. He was the one who helped her get the gunshot wound treated. If it weren’t for him, she would be found lifeless in some ditch right now. Even though their first meeting was not pleasant as they take her captive for being suspected as a spy, they didn’t do anything to her like what her uncle did. Amore was ready to give up, losing hope of seeing a day like this will come. Out from her uncle’s sight, out from the misery, and out from that dark and small room in the basement.

But it was unavoidable that they would eventually find out. Joy touched her elbow and went into the dining room. Grace heard her greet Jaime, but she couldn’t move. Instead of doing the polite thing, she opened the back door as quietly as she could and sneaked outside. Rubbing her arms at the chill, she tipped her head back and looked up at the stars, bright in the November sky. One of the advantages of living in the middle of nowhere was that you could see the constellations. Grace spotted Cassiopeia and then Andromeda, the latter of which was chained to a rock to be eaten by a sea monster before Perseus had swooped in to save her. Grace felt a little like she was chained to a rock, except

Timely enough the bus was almost hitting her, the girl gasps out as she fall on green grass, while Nai was standing above her, the Bus was already on it ways after too much of heavy honk from it horn. “Sorry I wasn’t concentrating, I had a little family stress.” She said as she stands up Nai couldn’t reply than to stare at her, and she couldn’t believe she as just being rescued. He is handsome, and muscled in his bit and fitting. She smiles at him and Nai was just staring with no smile, she realize she is not welcomed “Thank you for saving me” she said stretching out her hand for handshake. “I am Gracie” she added

"I'm so scared Sarah. Mother doesn’t even know that I’m aware of the secret doorway. If Armo catches us all, that’s the end. I don't wanna die, Sarah." "Just have a little faith and believe in this for once!” Sarah grabbed her upper arms and shook her, disgusted by her wimpy attitude. “Be optimistic for once, goddamnit, and pull yourself the fuck together! If we don’t get out of here while we still can, Armo is going to sell us off, and we might end up in situations even worse than this!" Sarah snapped, then softened her voice now as she searched Gladys’ frightful eyes. "Please, Gladys, just show us the secret doorway," she implored. Gladys thought for a while, still obviously terrified, but