Jordynne Grace Book Novels & Stories

It wasn't until today that they finally managed to set aside some time to grab a meal with Trevor and the others—to relax and catch up. Wynn was reading a book. Taking a sip of her drink, Jordyn glanced at the cover of the book out of boredom. It looked familiar, catching her attention enough for her to take another look. Then, Beck asked, "Are you interested in the book, Jo?" Jordyn shook her head. "No, I just realized Mom has the same book." Upon hearing what Jordyn had just said, Wynn stilled for a moment as a subtle smile played on her lips.

The email arrived on a Thursday. It was short and direct in the way Clare’s communication always was. She was writing a book. Five years on from What They Bought. Not a sequel — a different project, wider in scope, looking at the landscape that had changed and the landscape that had not. She wanted to speak with Grace. Not as a subject. As a primary voice. There was a distinction, she wrote, and she wanted Grace to know she understood it. Grace read the email. She thought about it for two days before she replied.

He peeked through the crack. There she was. Grace. Sitting on the edge of the bed in that black lace set, phone in hand, reviewing the video she’d just posted. Her cheeks were flushed, nipples still hard against the lace, thighs glistening. She looked freshly fucked and beautiful. Johnny’s hand wrapped around his cock again, stroking slowly as he watched her. The woman who had raised him. The woman he’d jerked off thinking about for years. She was ASlimySlut. Grace sighed, setting the phone down, and stood up to stretch. That’s when Johnny shifted his weight. The floorboard creaked.

The icy water soaked through my clothes, sending violent shivers through my body, but it was nothing compared to the freezing of my heart. I stared at the scattered, ruined drafts on the floor, each torn piece representing a dream I had once cherished. In that endless, agonizing darkness, a part of Vivienne died. The love, the hope, and the pain were all being drained out of me, leaving behind only a hollow, unfeeling shell. It wasn’t until midnight that they finally left. I stumbled to my feet and began picking up the shattered drafts. Then, I slipped out quietly. I thought I had long since gone numb to the pain, yet my heart still ached so profoundly…Before dawn, while the sky was still da

The last thing I remembered was my stepmother handing me a cup of coffee and wishing me good morning with a broad smile on her face. I never knew that behind that smile was a plan. And that plan is exactly where I am now. Leila took a step closer and crouched, her face now inches from mine. “I won't lie, Grace,” she whispered mockingly. “You were something back then. The golden girl, the perfect one. Everyone wanted to be you. But look at you now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was filth. “This is what happens to people who don’t know their place.”

I asked, my voice rough. Grace nodded frantically, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes, please take me" Grace always found new ways to amaze me. Normally, she was usually so shy and reserved tinting a bright shade of red at any form of teasing whatsoever, but here, in this bed with us…. She was a whole other person. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust, groaning at the tight, wet heat of her. Grace cried out, her body stretching around me as I bottomed out.

Read and find out what happens next and how her life in Alpha Nelson's mansion would go. Grace is in a deep mess! Fuck!

Grace muttered again as she took a deep breath and plastered a smile on her face. She walked boldly down the stairs, like she was just heading down, ensuring that her steps were loud enough for them to know she was coming down. “Mom? What exactly is in this book? I’m sure Lucy could have gotten it for you,” Grace announced as she walked into the living room. Jerry Phillips arranged his expression, trying not to give anything away. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen as he called out, “Lucy, I’d like to have apple juice in the garden, please.”

The light through the window slot fell the way it fell. Luke. "Grace —" Aegnor began. The sound that came out of Grace was not a word. It started somewhere from the bottom of her stomach, in the part that overcomes words and does not require it, and it came up through her and out of her with the force of something that had been underground for a very long time and had finally found a crack in the surface. It was not a scream exactly. It was the thing that came before a scream. It was raw and painful

Smith UPDATE: The Sequal has been signed!!! The name of the book is called Emerald Eyed Luna: Grant's Revenge. I just signed it and if it isn't posted right now, you should see it in the next day or so. I found it on my laptop but not my mobile device as of right now but it will be available ASAP! Thank you!