Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

“Grace Rights, a private investigator who helped reveal the hidden secret of the Fred family, was shot after she left court happily with the good news of Benita Celestine's freedom. It was stated that all her family was wiped out by Reyna Fred, who faced no consequences for her actions, and she has been on her case since then, finally got justice, only to be shot a few hours later. Grace Rights has been confirmed dead.” A soft gasping caught my attention, and I glanced towards where it was coming from, only to see Nikita's world had narrowed to a suffocating bubble of heat and dread. Her skin was slick, glistening, a cold, alarming sweat that soaked the collar of her shirt and beaded relentl

she murmured, silently appealing for guidance and strength. Undeterred by Grace's prayer, Susan pressed on, unrelenting in her conviction. "I don't understand why you're trying to paint yourself as blameless. But let me remind you, I have no doubt that you've taken lives. It's not fate; it's a consequence of your actions. If they fail to protect their packs and pose a threat to their own existence, then what purpose do they serve?" Susan's words were laced with a mix of accusation and dark humor, casting doubt on Grace's motives and questioning the true intentions behind the deaths that had occurred.

“The inquiries are ongoing. We will see what the investigation yields.” Seeing that her first trick had failed, Grace played her ultimate card. She addressed everyone in the dining room, her voice projecting to every corner. “Fine. If you are all comfortable sharing a meal with this murderer, then carry on. But I cannot forget that she killed the woman who once saved our Alpha’s life. It is a disgrace to sit at this table with her.” Her provocation hit its mark. Slowly, influenced by the weight of her words, the pack members began to stand, preparing to leave their plates untouched.

My heart was racing, and my skin had suddenly turned cold. Was she suggesting what I was thinking? “I know nothing about you, Omen” Sylvia growled, before shifting away from me so we weren’t touching “are you using me? Are you still on your Mission?” “No!” I blurted out “all of that finished when Grace died. I’m out here on my own terms, honest.” “Did you kill her? Or was her death part of your Mission?” “I didn’t know she would die. Her death was as much a shock to me as it was to you. I didn’t even know until I heard about it from Torch. What they did to her was disgusting.”

"Joseph, you're just a good-for-nothing who only knows how to pick on me! Your woman met a tragic end, and she might have even been murdered. If you actually have what it takes, go look into it and uncover the truth yourself!" Yasmin typed out the text, but in the end, she deleted the whole message instead of sending it to Joseph. The Yeagers were likely behind Grace's death, and the authorities above them had undoubtedly turned a blind eye. "What's wrong with me? What does Grace's death have to do with me? Do I really want to cross those big shots in the Yeager family for her? I still have my own life to live!"

Father's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the force of thunder. Grace and the werewolves who'd laid hands on me went weak in the knees, nearly collapsing on the spot. They never imagined that the woman they'd accused of sleeping her way to the top was actually Damian Pierce's daughter! Grace's face turned deathly pale. The cigarette slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. It burned her hand, but she didn't even notice. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. All her earlier arrogance had vanished completely.

“Are you hurt that your seed died at my hands? Or are you upset your wife and the baby she’s carrying died at my hands. I promised myself. I’d never let any of you live a day of happiness. Even after my death…” I burst out laughing. “Wait you actually think you killed Grace?” I ask her. Her eyes widen… “I killed her…” I could finally see she was shaken. The panic evident in her eyes. “Well, I guess I should get you in on a little secret then. My wife didn’t die though she does want your head now. And the mall was a trap. Grace is currently safe at home asleep while you die at sunset.” I tell her. The man beside her finally speaks up. “So, you think them being alive stops our plans? Or that a

Garrett was too good a hacker to be hacked anyway. Grace’s hands trembled as she closed the email. She felt a whirlwind of emotions—betrayal, confusion, and anger surged through her. How could Jack have done this? Why was he digging into her past without her knowledge? Lost in her thoughts, Grace didn’t notice Noah entering the kitchen until he spoke, startling her. She looked up, her expression a mix of shock and distress, unsure of how to process the bombshell she had just discovered about her ex husband.

"I need to start by saying I'm sorry. I know that doesn't fix anything. I know it doesn't undo what I did. But I need you to know that I am deeply, profoundly sorry." The words should have meant something. But mostly, I just felt numb. "Why?" I asked. "Why did you do it?" Grace's eyes filled with tears. "Because my daughter was dying, and I'd just lost my mother." I blinked, not expecting that. "What?" "I have a daughter. Emma. She's six now, but back then she was two and very sick. Leukemia." Grace's voice broke. "And my mother—she had dementia for years. I was her caretaker. She died two weeks before Martha approached me."

“Now, where was I? Ah, yes, remember one night in the CBD where you killed Luke Stanton. Why did you do that?” “Get off me,” “You still don’t get the message. I control your bodily functions. Now answer me. Why did you do that?” “I discovered something.” Grace hissed. “What was it? It must have been important that you felt the easy solution was his immediate death.” “Annie, mind your own business.” Grace has noticed movement just behind Annie. This gives her a moment’s strength to try and wiggle herself free. But it was still clear that the younger woman was more agile.