Karen Grassle Books Novels & Stories

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

Bella Pov I found out about Karen's book tour on a Wednesday morning when Tanya sent me a link with three exclamation marks. Karen Tyler was doing a Q&A at Ridgeline Books on Saturday afternoon. The caption on the event page said "an honest conversation about healing, survival, and reclaiming your truth." I read it twice and felt sick. She was coming to our city. The woman who had written a bestselling book full of lies about my life was coming here to sell it in person.

“Wait here, I’m going to give you something that will help you relax.” Before I could make a protest, she was gone out of my sight. Girl number eleven was now too close to Ace, as if she wanted to sit on her lap. She kept nudging for his biceps, rubbing her arms against Ace’s from time to time. Ace seemed to be oblivious of the lustful stares he was getting from the girls flocking around him. “Got it” Karen came back catching he breathe with three books in her hands. “Here.” “What am I going to do with these?” grabbing the offered books to me, the book on top was entitled ‘Fifty Shades of Grey.’

My Beloved Readers, Thank you for supporting me with Kaleb's story. For those who have not read my other books, please find the list below: Book 1: Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story) Book 4: The Devil's Love For The Heiress (Kate's Story)

It’s taken a couple of generations to get in this mess and you can’t expect to put it right in five minutes. Karen climbed down carefully, a pile of books in her arms. Placing them on the only available corner of the table, she brushed the back of her hand over her sticky forehead. Her spine and calf muscles ached. She had hardly stopped since the day after she arrived, driven by a force far stronger than interest or ambition. Pride was the spur — the desire to show the high-handed individual who paid her wages that she was a competent, hard-headed historian, not one of his mistress’s play-fellows who would fall over herself to provide him with an additional lay.

Her eyes became bloodshot and her breathing ragged. “Give that book to me,” Mr. Hamilton muttered bluntly. “Give it back to him, Emma,” Karen yelled, her tear-filled eyes echoing anger and desperation. Emma huffed and puffed stubbornly before throwing the will book towards Mr. Hamilton as she took her previous position. “I’m sorry for her behavior,” Karen muttered calmly. Her poignant eyes portrayed innocence. For the first time since Karen got married to my dad, she humbled herself before someone else. What could she be up to? Her innocent acts always uncover a treacherous plan in the end.

Karen sat thinking about everything the goddess has showed her. She wanted to make the right decision to make peace between each clan. She didn't want anyone to sacrifice their life even again. She took a deep breath grab a pen and paper and wrote some words on it. With expression on her face and tears that ran down her cheeks Kelsey could tell that Karen was willing to give her life up to save both clans from this ongoing curse she immediately picked up her phone putting a call through to Lewis.

Jackson’s POV The house was quiet when I finally stepped inside, the scent of herbs and old books guiding me like a trail. I knew exactly where she’d be. Karen didn’t sleep much anymore—not when she was this close to unraveling something impossible. Her office door was slightly ajar, the glow of candlelight spilling into the hallway. The air was thick with the sharp tang of alchemical reagents—burnt glass, crushed herbs, something metallic underneath it all. I paused outside, my hand hovering over the wood.

Karen pointed her finger at Lea and cursed, "I want this b*tch dead! What qualifications does she have to take a photo with Anthony?! How could a cheap and lowly woman like her participate in such a grand event with the Mullen family? I lost face because of her. I want her dead!" Karen roared frantically and rushed toward Lea. Kisa was about to stop her, but someone tripped her. She staggered a few steps forward and fell to the ground. Karen threw herself at Lea and grabbed her hair. She started to hit and scold her at the same time.

Kai walked off toward Ms Leta who was still busy reading her book, probably to speak to her about something. Clarissa didn’t follow him as she was drawn to the shelves already. She walked through the rows as her fingers brushed along the books gently. Most of the books had thick covers. “Pattern Drafting Vol 1,”Clarissa read the book titles in a low tone as her eyes wandered to find the one she wanted. “History of Fabric Dyeing, Creative Sketching 101.” She moved down the aisles, her eyes still scanning the books. Some were old while others looked rather new.