Jordynne Grace Book Novels & Stories

Her body was already getting tired, but she could not afford to stop running now. She kept running down the quiet street, and just when she thought of slowing down to catch her breath, she missed her steps and fell, rolling down the slope. She grunted in pain as she looked at her bruised hands and legs. Her whole body was now very dirty, and she looked like she was just fished out of the dirt. She pulled her weak body up and started raining insults on Fred for putting her in this situation for something so trivial as tears pricked down her face.

And Damien Blackwood never let go of something that intrigued him. Grace’s shift ended late that evening. She walked home through the drizzle, her umbrella fighting against the wind. Her apartment was a small two-bedroom on the edge of the city, shared with her younger brother, Jacob, who was still in high school. When she walked in, Jacob was sprawled on the couch with textbooks open but a video game controller in his hand. “Homework?” she asked pointedly. He jumped guiltily, fumbling for his pen. “I was taking a break!”

This woman was Gracia. She was a renowned female entrepreneur, philanthropist, and writer of the Southwest region. She had published five books and had thousands of fans. Her books were about the story of a heroine who was as brave as a man. The female lead of her book was named Cora Thompson and she was a soldier at the frontier. Wyvern Peak’s members who read Gracia’s books knew that the inspiration for the main character of these books was Gloria. Perhaps Gracia had missed her sister in her heart all this time.

I’ve killed people and consent to fighters killing each other in a ring where rich assholes can bet on. “Do the fighters enter willingly?” “They do.” “Okay,” she replies simply, nodding her head as she absorbs that information. It seems like she understands but she leaves me so confused. What kind of reaction is this? “I also keep brothels,” I blurt out, unprompted, cursing myself why I’m digging my own grave deeper. Jean’s eyes drop with what seems like concern and sadness, “Ah, yes. I found out about it on the news. The club burned down. I’m so sorry. It’s my—”

"I have a plan." He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. "Well things on my end are looking pretty bleak, so please, share." "Do you have any plans tomorrow? I need you to give me away." He looks puzzled. "Give you away?" "During my mating ceremony tomorrow," I explain. "It's the only way we'll be able to see each other before it happens." Dylan looks at me like I was someone he barely even knew and stands up abruptly. "Grace, no. I was sent here to retrieve you, not give you away!"

Catherine inquired. "No news," I replied. That's when Catherine told me about Grace and how her situation mirrored Julie's—their cars were found in the same spot. "What was the last book Grace read?" I inquired. "Lost Lycan," Natasha answered. That jogged my memory. I had given that same book to Julie. I'd picked it up from an aisle in the store because its fresh release status and the intriguing blurb had caught my attention. "Do any of you have a copy of Lost Lycan?" I asked.

Grace dreamed of me? *****

The rain fell harder. No one moved. The woman stood in the middle of the smoke, her grey eyes fixed on Daniel, Noah, and Elena. “My name is Grace.” “And I’m your sister.” Daniel stared at her. “No…” His voice was barely audible. “That’s impossible.” Grace smiled sadly. “I said the same thing when I found out.” Noah stepped in front of Dr. Mercer. “Prove it.” Without saying a word, Grace rolled back the sleeve of her tactical jacket.

God, what was I doing here? The front door opened, and my simmering anger reaches a boiling point as I see that Luna Kinsley has a tight grip on Grace’s arm. Grace’s blonde hair, which had been in a loose ponytail at the base of her neck when I had seen her five minutes ago, now was sticking out in every direction. Her pale face looked, if possible, paler, but her expression gave nothing away to how she was feeling.

She just carried on, her voice rising dangerously. "But I'm not the only one that woke up naked in your bed all those years ago! And I'm not the one who told Grace to tuck tale and run away - twice! And I'm not the one who sent you a letter telling you that I never wanted to see again! So, why am I the only one being blamed? None of us are innocent here, Rhyder!" I only half heard what she said after she mentioned the letter. Grace sent it to me almost a month after she had left. After making sure that Alexis was doing well enough, after losing the baby, to leave her alone again and finally convincing her that I had to go after Grace, the letter just showed up at my door.