Jyu Viole Grace Novels & Stories

Carissa responded with a smile, trying to deflect the pressing tone of the question. "My name actually takes after the violet flower, which symbolizes modesty and faithfulness, similar to the symbolic nature of the yew tree. You mentioned 'also'. Who else in your family has the name that means 'yew'?" Viola said. Carissa smiled. "Oh, that's not quite the same, then. I was talking about my late sister-in-law. Her name was Yvette, and it meant 'yew'." At the mention of Carissa's deceased sister-in-law, Viola's attitude softened considerably.

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—”

"Damn. If these are the comp tickets the team gets, I'm gonna need you to introduce me to some of Daniel's friends." "Daniel?" the girl in front of us turns around and asks. "Daniel Zavaro?" She'd be pretty if she wasn't giving us such a sneer. Long, glossy dark hair, big blue eyes ringed with black, pouty pink lips, and a killer rack. She looks like a super model. A bitchy one, but a supermodel nonetheless. "Yeah," Geni says with a smile. She either doesn't notice the death glares from this chick, or she's trying to kill her with kindness. My money is on the latter. "He's dating my friend Quincy here."

Joshua's pov: I was looking at the people standing I'm the hallway and they were looking at me. In my hold Grace was breathing heavily because of the brave stunt she pulled now. "Calm down." I whispered in her ear softly. "THIS GIRL IS INSANE." Mrs. Anderson yelled in frustration. This provoked Grace more and she started thrashing in my hold wanting to hold that vase again. She extended her hand towards the vase from NY hold and I keep taking her hand back.

I tried to act normal to convince her, but I guess it didn't work. "Come on, stop denying it. It's obvious from your actions. And I can't blame you for having a crush on Vincent; he’s really handsome," Grace teased, looking mischievous. "Vincent?" I asked, looking at her. "Yeah, his full name is Clevincent Madriano Suitarez. Handsome and rich, but he eats at places like this even though he has a lot of money. By the way, he’s also a professor—he owns Zector State University."

He chuckled at his own joke. “Vincent!” She sighed. “I would take Theo’s weak men over Ethan any day.” “You are in bad shape. They aren’t weak.” Grace scolded him. “Ah, this is just small stuff. They hadn’t gotten to the big stuff yet.” “Don’t worry, I didn’t tell them anything. Your secret is safe with me.” “You and everyone else,” Grace said surprisingly calm. Vincent looked at her with concern. “Someone put on a video and told everyone my secret. Anyone who was there now knows that I own the security business.”

Grace stepped out. She wasn't wearing her yellow raincoat anymore. She was wrapped in a simple indigo shawl, her hair wild. But it was her eyes that stopped everyone on the deck. They weren't blue. They weren't gold. They were a deep, obsidian black—exactly like Jinyan’s had been when he was "Corrected." "The noise," Grace whispered. "It’s so... ugly." She looked at Arthur Vincent. She didn't raise her hand. She didn't command him. She simply walked toward him, her footsteps silent on the blood-slicked deck.

" Grace glanced at Yogie out of the corner of her eye. She thought for a moment. Could that be an excuse for her to go out tonight so her father wouldn't suspect anything? It didn't seem bad. "Really?" Grace responded, not paying much attention to Yogie, lost in her own thoughts. Making a good plan to meet Paul, which Grace hoped would be their last meeting. She was so focused on it that she didn't notice Yogie's lips tugging up into a mysterious smile. *** Grace came out of her room. She looked left and right as if searching for something, or perhaps someone. Her eyes caught sight of Yogie coming down the stairs, dressed all in black. Not to mention the matching hat, which made Yogie's appe

"Hey.. hey.. you are okay. Come on, wipe those tears." After a moment of silence and caressing her arm for comfort, Kelvin asked, "What is your name, beautiful?" When she finally opened her mouth to speak, she could only mutter six words, "My name is Grace. And I need revenge." _____________ "The cheque is gone, her room is cleared. I figured you would know where she went off to." Vincent asked his brother, his face set in a frown. He had been calling Grace for hours, and even if he hated to admit it; he was mad with worry at that point.