Jordynne Grace Book Novels & Stories

He could search all he wanted—the results were going to remain the same. I tucked strands of my hair behind my ears. “That’s because there’s nothing to find.” “Lies,” Ty said sternly. “You’re up to something, Jordyn. I know you’re not what you claim to be, and I’m going to prove it.” “Go on," I shrugged. “I will,” he growled softly. “But first, you’re going to help me take down Declan Hawthorne.” * At exactly nine-thirty pm, I was already dressed and waiting to attend one of the biggest elite events in the city.

Rain lashes against the stone walls and pelts the slate roof in waves that sound like fists. Then the lights go out. Grace doesn’t flinch. She just sets her book aside and stands, barefoot on the cool wood floor, heart already drumming in anticipation. Somewhere in the dark, Julian is alone. She imagines him lighting candles, checking the fuse box, moving through the house like a ghost trying to stay grounded.

They both giggle, but Grace tries to push away faster than usual. She swats at her brother’s arm, “I told you last time, you’re getting too strong.” She jokes, her smile making me lose myself in her all over again. Over the past few years, she’s been happy. More than, but lately she’s been acting different. Her book took off without a hitch and with everyone in the know, and understanding more about her and Cora, things have become pretty easy going. No more attempts on her life, or kidnappings. And with the amount of families she made whole again, I don’t even think the book was necessary, she’s one of the most beloved Luna’s of all time.

When she finished her food, he stood up, gesturing to her to come with him. “Let’s go.”, he said. Grace followed him like a calf, after all, she didn't have any other option rather than following his orders. Grace was so engulfed in her thoughts that she didn’t bother to check her surroundings. She was thankful that Zayden didn’t say anything because she didn’t want to talk with him. All she was thinking about was ‘how will she explain everything to her mom?’. Even the drive was quiet. But she had no idea that the author was going to turn her life upside down soon! . #TBC

Unfortunately, that meant walking home from the University to her cheap student house every day. Grace would not mind so much if it was not for the fact she had to carry so many books on her back. Grace was of average height at 5 foot 8, with mouse-brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. She often, like today had it tied up in a practical bun. Her eyes, which she considered her only beauty, were sea green. Grace shifted her backpack on her shoulders again. “Not long now,” she thought as she turned down an alleyway that cut between two houses. It was a shortcut that Grace often used. When she turned the corner she gasped. There was a young man on the ground with two men kicking and pun

The real owner of the wardrobe must have bore a lot of semblance with her for her to have conveniently felt comfortable with her clothes and shoes. When Ms Gracey saw her radiance and elegance, she couldn't help but to see her as an angel. Lily is looking very beautiful. Justin arrived and before stepping out of the room, Ms Gracey held Lily's hand "Lily, I am sorry I can't bring myself to answer your question. Kayden had concealed the memory and if he gets to know I did otherwise, guess what punishment he would give me?" she was talking in a whisper. Lily narrowed her brow slightly, it's a secret then or an unpleasant memory. "No worries Ms Gracey" she smiled, assuring her of her understand

Yvonne suddenly had an idea. "Tell me. Do you have any good ideas?" The man leaned over, pressing her down, and whispered seductively, "If you want to know, serve me well." After that, the room was filled with another round of amorous sounds. … The next day, Grace had packed her bags early in the morning. Before she set off, she received a call from Aaron. "Gracie, I heard you're going to Dunhill."

I rock Brandon in my arms staring at the fire in the fireplace and listening to Liam softly snoring as he sleeps. “Grace are we truly the Goddess Lycaonia? I mean why didn’t you tell me if that is who you are, why tell me your name is Grace?” She stirs in my head, “My name is Grace this go around, but I will always be Lycaonia to our Kingdom, the first Lycan female to grace the earth.” I smile, “so you’re really not a Goddess right, we just refer to you as one since you were the very first, it’s not like you have special powers or anything like that.”

But to my surprise, the space beside me was empty, devoid of her familiar form. Confusion and curiosity washed over me as I scanned the room, searching for any sign of her. Where had she gone? And then it hit me—the realization of my triumph. I had successfully cloaked Gracie's abilities for the second time, causing her to submit to me completely. The memory of her yielding to my touch, her passionate response, filled me with a heady sense of power and fulfillment.

I glanced at it lazily thinking it was just one of my men, informing about the business until the name on the screen registered. Little Bunny. My heart slammed against my ribs. I snatched the phone so fast that both Dante and Nicholas straightened in their chairs, confused. A smirk tugged at my lips. Finally. Four days of silence and now she was texting me. Maybe she missed me. Maybe she couldn’t stop thinking about me either. I opened the message and the moment I saw …. The smirk died instantly. It was a photo. Grace. Half-naked. Her perfect, soft breasts on full display- those pink nipples hard and glistening under what looked like moonlight. The dress was bunched around her waist.