Her Saving Grace Novels & Stories

They were both heads together, whispering something to each other in hushed tones, but stopped immediately when they saw me. "Ah, Mrs. Grayson," Martha said, her voice filled with warmth. "I hope you're finding the mansion to your liking. If you ever need anything or have any special requests for meals, please don't hesitate to let me know." "Thank you, Martha," I replied, touched by her genuine concern for my well-being. "The mansion is truly beautiful, and I must say, whatever you're cooking smells absolutely delicious." Clara was staring at me with an intensity that made me feel slightly uneasy.

i pulled out of the parking garage and thats when my story ended Abigail hit the side of my car and now i sit in the air looking at my body as I’m in a coma. Truth is I was given a choice i can come back but theres a catch it’ll be months and i have to go to other realms and save them before I can so now I’m stuck with a choice.

She couldn't find anyone to borrow five million dollars from, and even if she did, as Moira had said, how was she going to return it? Nonetheless, she didn't have the time to complain about life and fate now. Gentry was still waiting for her to save him! Grace decided to forget about the money and to look for Gentry first, to see if there was another way to save her brother. If she really didn't have a choice, she would just let them take her life instead! After making up her mind, Grace stopped hesitating, and hailed a taxi right away. As soon as she arrived at the destination, Grace saw Gentry being surrounded by a group of fierce-looking men. Seeing that Gentry was still alive, Grace let

he asked. Tears welled in Grace’s eyes. “I’m your mother.” The Reunion Interrupted They barely had time to touch before gunfire exploded down the hallway. Jade. She entered like a storm, eyes blazing. “Well,” she sneered. “That didn’t take long.” Micah gasped. “You lied to me” Jade didn’t flinch. “I saved you, child. From a world that would’ve eaten you alive. From her.” Grace stepped forward, shielding Micah. “He’s coming with me.”

Grace shouted to the policemen. "There is only one identity of the people who enter here, and that is the criminal. I don't care how glorious and dignified you used to be, but you are a criminal here." An old police officer was sternly alerting her. Grace held onto the iron rod tightly, her mind was filled with Waldo's image. She knew, that the only person who could save her from here, was Waldo, and those people who carried her on their backs to become his people, were unreliable, and her daughter, Kaylin, was also undependable.

she warned. The man chuckled, taking a step closer. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to talk.” “Talk about what?” she asked, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her. He smiled coldly. “About Sophia. And the trouble she’s causing for some very powerful people.” Grace didn’t wait for him to make the next move. She slashed at him with the knife, catching him off guard. Grabbing Zira’s hand, she ran as fast as she could, her mind focused on one thought: survival.

Grace said, breaking the silence. I chuckled at her words. If this was her attempt to make me laugh, she had succeeded. "Cedric and good don't belong in the same sentence," I said bitterly. Grace shook her head. "He's just complicated, but he's a really good person. He saved my life." My curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean he saved you?" Grace bowed apologetically. "I'm sorry, my lady, but I'm not allowed to say."

Panni was trusting a man who was literally a ticking time bomb, Jian was preparing a ritual that would end humanity as they knew it, and Grace’s only hope for rescue was a father who had been subconsciously programmed to kill her. (Watch out for the next chapter)

I can’t risk asking Mike to release me; that would open a floodgate of questions, ones I’m not ready to face. I move quickly, darting into the bathroom in search of anything that might help.But as I pass the mirror, something shiny catches my eye. I stop, glance down, and notice a glint around my neck. Pushing back to the mirror, I peer closely and make out a small, silver key dangling from a delicate chain. Relief floods through me, the weight of my unease lifting just slightly. He left me a way out. It’s a silver necklace, and the key is right there, pressed against my skin. All I need to do is yank it off and use it on the cuffs.

One day before the juniors' recommendation list for my high school is announced, a notification suddenly pops up on the shared to-do list that my girlfriend, Elena Westwood, and I have been using for the last three years. "Saving Leon Sinclair's Life." I'm stunned for a long time before I tap on the notification. "Step one: Have Leon take Rowan's place on the recommendation list. "Step two: Get into a university in the same city as Leon. Take care of him and get him a job in Westwood Group after he graduates. "Step three: Marry Rowan after Leon marries his own wife." I stare at the words in disbelief for a long time. Elena hates the other person in relationships the most because her m