Jordynne Grace Book Novels & Stories

The morning sun filtered through Johnny’s living room, warm and golden, casting light over the neat apartment. Grace sat cross-legged on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through her I*******m feed. Her face lit up as she saw the comments on her latest posts—friends, strangers, and some distant relatives were marveling at the photos she’d taken with Johnny at the birthday party. She felt a strange surge of pride; it was a small victory, a sign that she could reclaim some control over her life even while being pregnant.

I was tempted to ask if her book was titled The Chronicles of My Secret Crush on Dax Donomie. We wrapped up the writing tips, but Grace wasn’t done talking. No, she seamlessly transitioned into telling me about her life or, more accurately, her life with Dax. “Dax is grouchy but such a gentleman,” she gushed, clasping her hands like she was narrating a fairy tale. Grouchy, gentleman? What the heck was that? “Even when he looks like he could kill anyone who dares to annoy him, deep down, he’s so kind.”

“Grace, this is our moment. Let them feel power again.” “No.” She met his eyes. “Let them feel decency.” Caroline looked up, blood at her lip. “What is this, Luna? Mercy?” Grace looked down. “No. Shame.” --- Later that night, Grace walked the quiet courtyard alone, Johnson resting against her shoulder. She found Caroline hunched behind the training pillars, shivering. Grace knelt beside her. “Let me see.” Caroline flinched. “I’m not here to hurt you.” “…Why?”

She raised the bunny to the sun and said, "We're a match made in heaven." I smiled at her, grateful that my special abilities were useful for once. I waved my hands and the butterflies flew away from my body. I walked towards Grace, leaving Jaime and her new pet Roots. Grace said, "You do know the charm doesn't just work on animals do you?" "Say what now?" I said, confused at her words. "I have a little book that I'm sure you'll find very helpful, if you're interested that is." I nodded. "Sure! Yes, please. I'd like to know more about this charm."

It was still the same in my memory—after all, it hasn’t been weeks ever since grandma had died and Alaric had announced to everyone the dissolution of our bond while bringing a woman with him—parading her and as if he was telling everyone that she’s more important than the mate he has. I shook my head, forcing myself to stop thinking about it—forcing those thoughts to hide that even I, couldn’t access to those thoughts. I stepped out of the car just as the driver’s seat opened. A servant bowed stiffly, eyes flicking to my face before dropping quickly, as if startled. “Luna Ashbourne,” she greeted. I paused. Then corrected calmly, “Elena Frost.” Her lips parted slightly. “Y—yes. Miss Frost.”

The story of Jordyn and Brianne has finally come to an end. to all my readers, I want to say the biggest thank you for your support throughout my first book. your kindness and support has been my biggest drive force and motivation. thank you and God bless!

“Tonight isn’t about a book. Or even a legacy. It’s about a spark, one that started generations ago and continues because of those brave enough to carry it forward.” She introduced Grace, who walked up to the mic with her notebook tucked under her arm, curls pinned back with tiny gold stars. There was a stillness in the air. The kind that only happens when a moment matters. Grace looked out over the crowd, spotted her family, Grandma and Grandpa, Mom and Dad, Ethan and Liana, Nova clapping her tiny hands, and smiled. “I thought I was writing a book about what we hadn’t done yet,” she began. “But as I wrote… I realized something.”

I could see it in the way the tendons stood out in his forearm, in the dark gleam of his eyes but Catherine wasn’t speaking to him anymore. “Grace,” she purred, her voice dropping soft, intimate. “You’re the one Vivienne wants. You’ve always been the one. You think this fight is about money? Inheritance? No. It’s about you. About breaking you, using you, remaking you until there’s nothing left but what she owns.”

"Don't look back! Run!" The guard released his grip. Grace scrambled down the ladder, her small feet hitting the dirt. She didn't hesitate; she ran with the desperate speed of a hunted animal, straight into Jinyan’s outstretched arms. He swept her up, shielding her with his body as he backed away toward the jungle's edge. "I have her, Panni!" Jinyan shouted. "I have her!" "Go!" Panni screamed. (To be continued in the next chapter)

As I watched the flames flicker, I felt a strange calm wash over me. Suddenly, the door burst open, and Sandra rushed in, wide-eyed with shock. Ignoring the searing heat, she lunged forward and snatched the burning photos with her bare hands. She beat at them frantically to smother the flames. Anxious, she demanded, "Why are you burning these things?" Sandra finally managed to put out the flames, but her hands were blistered from the heat. Her eyes filled with tears as she glared at me. "Fred, do you remember what these things meant to us? How could you burn them? I sent them to you because I thought…"