Jyu Viole Grace Novels & Stories

The food got cold, and then I saw her with Joshua, walking under the streetlight. She looked at him with a softness and shine I had never seen. There was the watch on Joshua's wrist, as he bragged about it to her. Shirley would not look at me, but she said, "I gave it to Joshua for his birthday a few days ago. Don't jump to conclusions." Even though I was ready to let go, her words still stung.

Joy sipped her wine. “Before we start, though, I just want to make sure you know that this could be dangerous for you.” Jaime glanced at Grace, who wasn’t looking at him. “I don’t want to put you into any kind of position.” Kat looked at Grace, and although Jaime could tell that the bruise on Grace’s cheek surprised her, she was subtle about it. Just a brow lift and nothing more.

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.

Her voice followed, filled with seething rage, "We'll see about that, street rat!" Once in my room, my phone buzzed with a message from Marco. [We're settled in the west wing guest room. All's well.] [We've discovered it was Miss Victoria who had nails scattered on your path.] Victoria. I typed back, [Keep tabs on her.] I walked over to the window, gazing out at the sprawling estate swallowed by the night. Twinkling lights cast a luxurious glow, luring people in like bait in a trap. Who would be the prey? It did not matter. The hunter had already made their entrance.

Forbidden. “Fuck…” Johnny breathed, looking down at her. “Look at you. My stepmom on her knees for me.” He grabbed his phone from his pocket and started recording, the red light blinking like a warning. “Say it for the camera. Tell them who you are tonight.” Grace’s lips trembled. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m… I’m ASlimySlut. But tonight… I’m Grace. Johnny’s stepmom.” “Good girl,” he groaned. “Now open that pretty mouth.”

“I’m giving you a second chance to…” “For what, Miller?” Both women turned instantly at the sharp male voice. Kara’s eyes widened at the sight of Jairo. His jaw was set, eyes locked coldly on Grace as he moved to Kara’s side, his presence suddenly making the air heavier. Grace dropped her gaze at once, her confidence quickly draining. “Mr. Vitale… I didn’t realize you…” “Back. Off.” he cut her off, his voice low and dangerous. “I don’t give second chances. Come near anything that belongs to me again… and you disappear before your sender could help you.”

“Just ask Liam." At first Grace didn’t seem to understand what she meant, and Vivienne couldn’t stop herself from smirking with vindictive satisfaction as the Botox-smooth skin around Grace’s mouth went slack with understanding. The woman’s blue eyes flew wide open with indignation, her mouth hanging open in stunned and chagrined silence. Pleased and in a far better mood, Vivienne took the opportunity to spin around on the pointed toes of her heels and exit the painting room, leaving the older woman to stew in her own bitter emotions and ineffectual rage.

Five minutes was all it took for me to memorize her every curve, the way her hips moved, and breasts bounced with every infuriating giggle she let out. The sound of her laughter was the exact opposite of Mykelle’s, who became a screeching hyena the moment she opened her mouth. Violets was light and airy, with a higher pitch that sounded natural and unforced. The way she threw her entire body into it, throwing back her head so that her mane of pale hair flowed down her back, was almost cute. ‘She’s always been cute. Now she’s much more.’ Magnus made note of his growl vibrating my skull—though that could’ve been because of how hard I was grinding my teeth.

Most of the frat houses were on the same stretch of road only a few blocks from the dorms, walking distance was always a plus, the last thing a bunch of college students needed were duis or worse. Violet had gone with fitted,flare jeans, a black crop top, she was a firm believer in showing off if you had it because one day you would no longer, and paired it with a new pair of black wedge heels she'd been waiting to take out for a night on the town. Normally she would have just paired the ensemble with her favorite pair of converse but tonight was a special occasion after all, it called for her special date shoes that had never seen a date since they walked out of the shoe store almost a yea

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.