Jordynne Grace Book Novels & Stories

I downed it in one searing burn, slamming the crystal glass back down on the tray with a sharp clack. Then, I saw her. Grace was asleep on the sofa, bathed in the flickering shadows of the city lights outside. She was curled up under a thick throw blanket, her head resting on a velvet cushion. A book—some cheap paperback romance novel with a creased spine—had fallen from her hand onto the floor. She was wearing a simple, oversized t-shirt and grey leggings. No couture. No diamonds. No "Isabella Reed." She looked so small. So innocent.

꧁ LYRA'S POV Grace found me the next morning in the library, staring at a stack of ceremonial protocols thick enough to double as a doorstop. “You look like someone handed you a legal contract in a language you don't speak,” she said, dropping into the chair across from me without waiting for an invitation. “That's fairly accurate.” “Good. Better to start honest.” She reached over, flipped the binder shut, and set it aside like it had personally offended her. “Nobody learns this from a book. Ask me instead.”

Instead, I was left to employ methods that, though underhanded, were necessary to secure justice for Lady Jeanette's child. Grace repeatedly insisted that she was only seeking justice for Jeanette's unborn child, with no selfish motives whatsoever. On the surface, it aligned with her usual gentle and compassionate nature. Of course, Carissa understood that as long as there was no solid evidence to prove otherwise, Grace's explanation would hold up, even if everyone knew it was just an excuse. After all, while the rumors had driven a wedge between Sylvia and Kylie, they still had no clear connection to the attempt on Connor's life.

Jett and Grace, my life completely flipped around, they helped me get caught up on school lessons, to the point I am above grade average currently. They gave me the choice to skip a grade next year. I couldn’t be more happy, Elijah and Diane are cuties too, they are going to turn 2 this coming month. I’ve heard the twos and threes are the hardest ages till they hit preteen or teenage years. I can’t help but find myself excited tho. I can’t wait to see what the rest of my life with Jett and Grace brings me, what it’ll look like in the future for me. I hope I make them proud and that I am as successful as them when I get older. I am hoping I am as scary and powerful as Jett. Even though he h

(Third-person's POV) A soft buzz rolled through the Moonstone Remedies office the moment Alpha Dominic Hayes led Grace Morgan into the room. Pack members rose from their seats, eyes wide at the newcomer's poised elegance and the quiet power radiating from her. The atmosphere shifted as Grace entered, her emerald eyes scanning the room with quiet confidence. Her chestnut hair fell in gentle waves around her face, framing features that were both delicate and strong. "Is she really joining us?" one pack member whispered to another.

I asked, buying myself a moment to organize my thoughts. "Eventful," Grace admitted with a small smile. "I went to the bookstore downtown, my first solo outing since... everything. It felt good to be independent again, even for something small." "That's great progress," I said sincerely, knowing how important regaining her autonomy was to Grace. "Did you find anything good?" "A few books for Lucas, a novel for me." She hesitated, then added quietly, "And I had an unexpected conversation with Amber at the Sweet Pine Café afterward."

Beta Carson disappeared in the opposite direction of Grace. It isn't long before Grace returns with a pile of books on the history of the kingdom, of all the kings that have passed the throne onto the next, and how each one ruled over the land. I was halfway through the first book when Carson returned with a very old thick book in his hands. He made his way over to where Grace was and whispered, "This isn't meant to be here. This is the book I was talking about... It is meant to be in the King of King's library..."

sighs in relief. “You frightened me, Granny. Please never talk about death. I just hate that word,” she says with a sulking tone. After a while, she lies on the bed and puts her head on her lap. “It’s been almost a year since I’ve put my head on your lap. This place is so peaceful; it feels like I could spend my whole life in this lap,” she says. Judy closes her eyes to feel her warmth and her soft hands grazing her head. She missed this soft touch so much; those beautiful hands are like magic, repairing all the cracks in her heart. Holding her hands gently, she brings them near her mouth, placing soft kisses on them, and hearing the sound of her sweetest smile. “Granny, can I ask you somet

If it was not for her, then she doesn't know how she would have survived this long in this house. Bless her! Grace is a beautiful old woman who has a strong personality. Her golden hair and brown shades, hazelnut eyes, and smooth skin make her look younger than her age. Grace is passionate about the things she does. It is very rare, or would rather say, once in a blue moon; it happens that she is behind her schedule. Unlike on other days, today Grace ran late. So, she asked Fiona to set the plate for Justin.

and scrolled through my phone looking at things I shouldn't look at. Grace's Vogue cover stared back at me. She looked incredible. Not the carefully styled perfection I remembered from our marriage but something rawer, more real. Her hair was natural, her smile was genuine, and she radiated the kind of confidence I'd spent three years systematically destroying. The headline made my chest tight: "Grace Monroe: The Single Mother Disrupting Fashion and Redefining Success."