Jyu Viole Grace の小説・ストーリー

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.

I cried after both of you were gone I went inside and cried myself to sleep. I'm sorry sweet pea I know this letter has taken me way to long to finish you are now three years old. I had hoped that I could have finished the letter before now stating that Miss Peach's threat was over and delt with. The last word I have gotten from your father states he hasn't found her hiding spot yet. He has been dealing with her Golems she has created. I know this isn't great news my dear. Your mom stopped bringing you to me every week as promised. Steven has more control over her than I ever thought possible. When I see you you always ask, "Gma Please keep me. Can I just live with you forever?" My sweet pea

“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.

Viola stepped out. She was dressed in a crimson dress embroidered with gold threads. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, with a hairpin inserted at an angle. Her expression was stern; there were dark circles under her eyes, indicating she hadn't slept well. It was likely that she had returned early from her visit to her family to avoid the mess caused by the excrement incident. "Greetings, Your Grace!" Viola greeted with a bow, but her tone was cold and aloof.

He had only asked the secretary to approach him. The tall and lean secretary was a little frightened when Javier caught her dainty hand. Seeing that her boss, Freddy, could not protect her at the moment, she could only answer, “I—I’m Grace Jones. I’m 23 and I just graduated from university. I h-haven’t…” Grace could not finish her sentence. She was completely red and seemed to be at a loss for words. After all, this was her private life. How could she be expected to say this out loud as a girl?

“What did you say?” “Her grace is a young woman and you're..” A smirk crossed Lance's face for a moment, “A man.” Poison clenched his fists, “You ugly bastard! How dare you? Are you trying to taint her Grace's reputation?” Violet stepped out of the carriage with her dress inched upwards, with Saintess's sword hanging by her side. Lance took a moment to see what she looked like, “Your grace.” he said, his head slightly bowed. “I apologize for what I just said but—”