In Between Gracie Abrams Novels & Stories

Riya spat gushing at the two couples that just left and I l exhaled glaring at Gracie whose face is low in embarrassment, can't believe this is the secret she refused to spill out. "She is a Badass, I can't even hate her for what she did to me and you Gracie, you wanted to get rid of her and her baby because of your stupid lesbian partner, gosh i am so dissapointed in you" I uttered in dissapointment shaking my head in disgust.

she said with a smile. “Jason’s brother?” I asked, this was the first time I had heard his name and for some weird reason, it had the same effect as the name Brianne and somehow, I could feel a dull aching in my chest, the feeling was nagging and very uncomfortable, I did not like it at all. “Yes, Jason, he and Alec are half brothers and based on what I know, they despise each other completely and you are the reason that the hatred between them spiraled out of control” She said.

Gracie glared at Mason when she looked up and saw him staring at her again. He was really annoying and even though she tried not to let it get to her, it still felt as if he was judging her for not caring enough for Dawn. Gracie wondered where she had gone to. Did she go back to visit her mother, or had she been abducted by one of her many obsessive admirers? "What am I thinking, that shit doesn't happen in this town," she told herself then sighed. "But times are changing and we can't rule that out can we?".

“You don’t hate this place.” “I’m filing harassment charges against all of you.” Jax props himself up on one elbow dramatically. “You wound me.” I try to focus again, shifting slightly on the yoga mat beneath me. Meditation seemed like a good idea thirty minutes ago. What River failed to mention is that attempting inner peace while living with five aggressively attractive lunatics is borderline impossible. Especially when one of them keeps talking about my vagina. I inhale deeply through my nose. Exhale slowly. Try to ignore the fact I can still vividly remember Ezra’s mouth between my thighs yesterday. The rough scrape of stubble against sensitive skin. Corrian’s hands in my hair. The filth

Gracie pulled her hand away, muttering with resentment, "He has got his own hands and feet; no one can control him." Chelsea, taken aback, studied her closely, her worry intensifying. "Is there something going on between you two?" Gracie remained silent. Sara suddenly appeared, addressing Chelsea with an insincere sweetness. "Mrs. Hoover, I think I overheard Gracie in the backyard saying she wants a divorce from Kelvin. I wonder if it is true."

Why? On the corner, she saw the girl already stop crying and get up. She finally see her face. Beautiful is an understatement to describe her. She’s tall, have a curvy body, she has a lightly tanned skin and her face, just like a goddess. She keep on thinking other words to describe her when her phone beeps. “Mason said it’s true Gracie Donovan is back and she’s Jace ex-girlfriend. She left him to pursue a career in modelling. And that makes Jace loose his focus in everything until lately.” Kristinn said in text.

There’s a knock on the office door, both Damon and Jessica share a look, no one bothers Damon when Jessica visits unless there’s an emergency. Damon says deeply. “Come in.” The door opens and Gracie walks in. She smiles and says. “Hi, I am Gracie Almada. I work with Beckett. I am a firefighter as well.” Damon frowns and narrows his eyes at her. He couldn’t help the feeling that came over him when he looked at her. She reminded him of the psycho bitch who tried to kill Jessica. “That doesn’t explain why you’re in my office right now. This is a private office. How did you even get back here?” He asks.

“There are opportunities now, and I want to be a part of it. Especially considering the people I’ve been talking to.” “People?” I asked, frowning slightly. “What people?” Grace hesitated, and that was when I knew something was off. She was usually an open book, but now, there was something she wasn’t telling me. “Well… I’ve been doing some networking, and I might have made a few connections.” She trailed off, as if trying to gauge my reaction. “Networking?” I repeated, my curiosity growing. “With who?” She took a breath, and when she spoke again, her voice was quieter, as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Monica Tate.”

I walked away as she gritted her teeth. That night, I told Damon everything. About the footage. The sabotage. Gracie’s thinly veiled threat. For some reason, I left out what she said about our relationship. He didn’t interrupt. Just listened, brows drawn low, tension radiating off him in waves. “She’s connected to something,” I said. “But I don’t know how far it goes.” “She’s not smart enough to play the game alone,” he muttered. “Someone’s using her.” “Someone high up.”

Sabrina looked at Aaron and smiled with false gracefulness. She was close to the door, and walked over to him with calculated steps for a model. Her smile didn't deny her intentions, intentions that the man knew very well. "You arrived just in time for our conversation," she said. "Elena, please, could you give us a few minutes?" Granger asked Elena, ignoring the blonde's words in front of him. At that moment, the beautiful girl had to make sure her jaw wasn't on the floor. She couldn't believe that Aaron wanted privacy to talk to Sabrina. However, Elena lifted her head, taking a less surprised and more prepared stance.