Ordinary Grace Novels & Stories

“How did you say so? He may be born royal but he is also a man. And a grown-up man needs a woman. Oh! If that woman is you, isn’t he lucky? You are a beautiful, smart, kind, and passionate young lady. Any guy would fall for you easily.” “Are you joking Granny? Seriously, even if he approaches me right now and is like 'I like you Lizzie' I'd better say no because no way in this world would allow such a thing to happen. But you know what Grandma, thank you so much for hyping my dream, it helps a lot...” “And who in the world do you think will not allow that to happen? You haven’t even met each other yet you're giving up already? Dear, try not to overthink everything. It will ruin the moment yo

I'll let you be for tonight, but you do owe me a lot of explanations by morning" "C'mon, I thought it's all over. Fine. Can I get some sleep now?" "Sure. Goodnight". Grace slipped into her bed, covered herself properly, said a prayer and was about to sleep; she felt bad talking about her sister. Maybe she shouldn't have spoken ill of her "Oh God! I'm just tired of everything". She remembered the words of Laura.... Whenever I'm afraid and tired of life, I look up to God and I

15 Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death. 16 Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers and sisters. 17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. 18 He chose to give us birth through the word of truth that we might be a kind of first fruits of all he created.” As Fr. Charles finished the verses, he took in some breathe then looked at the congregation and voiced out.

“We need to repent.” She looked at me like she was lost, but she didn't protest. We both dropped to our knees, and I took her hands in mine as I began to pray and she joined me. We said ten Hail Marys, and then ten more. We were to stop there, but when I looked at Grace again, all I could see was my come dripping out of her swollen pussy, which was enough to seek penance again, each prayer was a plea for forgiveness that I didn’t deserve. Maybe being unable to father a child was an advance punishment for what I did with Grace. We said another ten, and not once did she complain.

and her voice trailed off, heart being stabbed a hundred times that her breath was sucked out of her lungs. Speaking of a kid, she didn’t want to remember that saddest part of her life! All the more that she didn’t deserve Harman. It was too late when she learned that… She shook her head again. She didn’t want to recall it. She felt Nicoleta’s tight grip of her hand. “I’m sorry you have to go through this again, Alodia. There are just things that are meant to happen. Things that we have to accept freely. It’s God’s grace. We have no right to ask or question it or whatsoever. All we have to do is to do better, be stronger, be wiser and be more forgiving… and perhaps… well, be open-minded. Don

“This is very rare in these types of cases. Either the parent dies or, simple, both child and mother got saved. In your wife's case, her condition was extremely severe, but still, she is alive. I still can't give you hope, but I can only tell you to pray for her. Because no one can predict for how long she will be in a coma” Saying that, she walked away, leaving them all in pain and sadness. Everyone was crying because Grace was the humblest girl. Everyone respected and loved her because of her beautiful selfless nature. She was very kind to everyone. She has no grudges against anyone. Furthermore, she has treated everyone so kindly, lovingly.

She had composed herself in the specific way she composed herself for difficult things thoroughly, precisely, leaving no visible edge but her eyes were red and had been since the morning. I held her hands for a moment. She looked surprised. Then she held back. "Thank you," I said. "For taking care of her. Every day." Gracie pressed her lips together. "It was easy," she said. "She was.." she stopped. "She made it easy." Yes. She had made everything easy that she touched. That was her specific gift. The funeral was in the morning. Everyone came.

MARY "Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” “Amen.” I heard a low voice grumble from behind me, I turned in surprise just to meet her old eyes and a small smile. She brought her hands out, as I politely took it and shook it carefully but there was something because as soon as she stroked my finger, I let out a gasp and I immediately pulled my hands away.

As he helps her into it, Ella jumps up and takes the spot beside her sister, looking through the things Margie's left. As we get outside, Margie apologizes. "You’re fine young men and I’m sorry if I’ve upset y—." I raise a hand to silence her. “You’re certain that phrase works? To reset him and nothing else. It works?" Margie peers at me hard for a long minute. "'Only by the work of Grace can we be worthy of our Lord'. Memorize it. It works every single time. So you do believe me?"

I was busy with Shirley's career and working hard for our home. Not this time. I grabbed hold of it. I studied all the time. All those fuzzy formulas and theorems in my head got super clear. Machines were cold, logical, and always fair. One would get back exactly what one put in. It was not like people's hearts, which could neither be warmed nor figured out. When I got my college acceptance letter, I did not jump up and down with excitement. I just quietly read over the paper that said 'Centralford University Department of Mechanical Engineering' again and again.