Jyu Viole Grace Novels & Stories

Every single thing I never thought I’d have, and yet here she is, so unapologetically herself. My chest tightens. I love her. Fuck, I really fucking love her. “Gracie!” I turn at the sound of a familiar voice, and my eyes widen. The one and only Jugyoung is waving excitedly at me, her dramatic wide-brimmed black hat nearly knocking someone over. She’s dressed in an elegant black gown that clings to her in all the right places, her makeup sleek and flawless. She squeals when she reaches me. “Look at you! You look amazing, oh my God! Total badass!”

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

“Look at you already relaxing.” She was right. The moment I’d walked through those doors, my shoulders had dropped from where they’d been hunched near my ears for weeks. The tension in my jaw eased as I took my first sip, the vodka burning pleasantly down my throat before the sweet tartness of cranberry followed. We found a curved booth near the back. Grace, Sophia’s assistant, sat quietly beside Sophia. She had dark hair in a neat bun and intelligent brown eyes that seemed to observe everything without drawing attention to herself. The music wrapped around us as we settled in.

Violet POV. Daddy won't be here! Daddy won't be here, I'm so happy! I love my daddy, I really love him, but he's too strict with me, he doesn't allow me to do anything, but now he and uncle Luca are both leaving for a day or two, a day or two are all I need to start a riot. Presley agrees, she's been singing start a riot all day!

Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room. She walked pass her sister who was smiling at her at some point. Her sister even raised her glass at her and mouthed the words ‘I am proud of you’ at her. Veronica nodded and they walked through the stairs where her father stood along with the supreme dark-priest of Dexo Fernia. Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear.

“Our wedding reception was cut short because of the storm. When I talked with Grace on the phone before she moved, she said she was a concert violinist. You remember was a fiddle player. I’m thinking that was what she had in common with him—why he left her the place.” That’s right. I’d spent a full week with Grace, and she hadn’t shared anything about that part of her life. Sure, I knew she had thirty-seven freckles on her shoulder, and her left nipple was more sensitive than the right. Music? It hadn’t come up. She’d been as sidetracked as me. “Call her, Rocky,” Jenny said, setting her peeled potato in a bowl and grabbing another. She glanced at Layla. “How much potato salad do we need?”

Grace laughed at the thought and replied, "Mr. Jackson, you're so selfless. You got infected while treating your patients. "Go ahead and write. You can drink with us once you're done." Grace raised her glass and gave Priscilla a toast. "Cheers to giving that bitch, Vivianne, a slap." Then, Grace finished her wine in one gulp. Priscilla shook her head helplessly. She couldn't believe that Grace was still thinking of her bet with Vivianne.

Paris never slept, but tonight it was silent. Grace sat on the windowsill of the penthouse she shared with Damien, watching the river where she’d thrown away the GR-Alpha vial just hours ago. The world hadn’t ended. No alarms had sounded. But something inside her had broken and settled all at once. That vial represented everything Jade had built, power disguised as promise, salvation wrapped in chains. By letting it go, Grace hadn’t just denied Jade. She’d denied the future her past had tried to design for her.

"That was a stunning performance inside. You defended my name like a good, obedient wife." "I was defending my analysis, Elias," Grace breathed out, her chest heaving against his waistcoat as she forced herself to meet his piercing, midnight-blue gaze in the shadows. Her heart was thumping so violently she was certain he could feel it. "I won't let a man like Julian Vogel imply I'm just a helpless piece of collateral."

Give me the details. … After living in Pamore for some time, Grace had gradually gotten used to the climate. The moment she got off the plane and said goodbye to Victor, she received a call from Zoey, who sounded rather sarcastic. "Gracie, you're finally back." Grace was amused. "How did you find out? Do you have spies on me?" "Your location on the Byte app shows that you're already in Pamore." Before getting on the plane, Grace had been bored with nothing to do, so she had edited a few videos and uploaded them.