Novel & Cerita Jyu Viole Grace

she pretended to be concerned. Yuriel pursed her lips in a pout and examined herself. She was wearing a plain blue dress with no branding or glitzy jewelry on her body, as she always did after Aleandro spoiled her. Very dissimilar to Grace, who appeared stylish in a white skirt with a gorgeous flower pattern and a blouse from Channel. Not to mention the Hermes sling bag on her shoulder. Yuriel moved awkwardly. She used to be very arrogant and would not tolerate being insulted. But she was fighting with Aleandro and didn't want to force him to come over just because she was fighting with Grace.

As if on cue, a soft melodious voice floated behind me. “Such a beauty from the outside,” Grace said. “But sharp as a double-edged sword.” I turned. She stood casually behind me, arms folded, watching the fight with a glimmer in her eyes. She tilted her head. “They look like a storm together, don’t they? Wild and unpredictable.” she stepped forward and met Alpha Jude’s gaze, “Like they made for each other, don’t they?” The last tread of my patience snapped at her words. With clenched fists I stepped closer to her, my anger masked by the facade of calmness, “Is this the fairy tail reason of yours you put them together as an opponent?”

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.”

Vic and I respond at the same time. “Who is she?” She presses her lips together, amused. “Well I wasn’t planning on doing any name dropping. I really want this to succeed though and if Grace didn’t have contacts I wouldn’t have gotten it this far. Grace Astor,” she says, sitting back in her chair. “No shit,” Vic says, stunned.

The sound echoed, demanding the attention of all those present, causing their eyes to snap up towards her, startled by the unexpected display of fury. Grace's voice, laced with anger and disappointment, pierced through the room as she confronted Giovanni head-on. Her eyes burned with a fiery intensity as she confronted him, her words laden with accusation and a sense of familial duty. "Is this how you want to bring disgrace upon our family, Giovanni Gomez?" Grace questioned him, her tone seething with anger and hurt. Giovanni, unfazed by her fury, responded with a chuckle, his demeanor betraying a sense of detachment and defiance.

She turned to Viola and saw that Viola was still deeply engrossed with her phone, texting her fiancé who was coming to New York later. She looked again to be sure she didn't make a mistake. She didn't. She was looking at non other than Kyle Jacobs. The sexy dancer who Viola lost her virginity too. And the only man who Lyra ever saw Viola have a true connection with. "Viola..." she said as she tapped Viola's lap eagerly. "What?!" Viola said and Lyra simply pointed at the stage. In the dark of the club all she could see was his high cheekbones and mischievous eyes. Her jaw dropped. Slowly, but dropped.

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.

"I am sorry, I went missing in action Grace, how have you been? How is Vhrisma doing?" "It's fine and I am doing fine, and I am going to Harvard," Grace revealed happily, shocking Nicole, Harvard was a huge deal and she didn't even know Grace has wanted to go back to school. "That's so great to know Grace, you deserve it, dear, congratulations," "Thanks, I was just going to get lunch, wanna join me? I know you are here to see our new pieces, but I have been wanting to talk with you but I couldn't reach you"

Liam was strumming a guitar, playing something quiet and folk-like. And Grace. Grace was nineteen. She was the youngest, the surprise, the miracle born after the war was supposedly over. She stood up. She was wearing a simple white dress, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She held a glass of sparkling water. "One more toast," Grace said. Her voice was soft, but it carried the same quiet authority that Aria had developed over decades. "We're out of cider," Theo noted sleepily from his chair. "I don't need cider," Grace said. "I just need you to listen."

" 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