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.”

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

He appeared at the end of the corridor, gun raised, his face cut with fury. “What the hell are you doing out here?” he snapped, striding toward her. “I couldn’t just wait!” she stammered. “They’re inside ” Before she could finish, a shadow broke from the side passage. A masked man lunged, weapon raised. Grace froze. Time fractured. The gunshot rang out, deafening in the narrow hall. The man collapsed, blood pooling beneath him. Grace gasped, realizing her finger was on the trigger. She had fired. She had killed him.

How could she kill Grace after only meeting her today? "I didn't kill her!" Yuriel looked at Aleandro with wide eyes. After being accused of aborting the baby, she was now accused of murdering Grace? "Are you still in denial? Your fingerprints were found on the coffee cup, and all surveillance footage revealed that you were the last person Grace saw before she died!" Aleandro was enraged. It was unfortunate that the surveillance cameras did not record Yuriel's conversation with Grace in the private room. Yuriel was stunned and speechless. She just stared at Aleandro in disbelief.

"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.

He reached across the table, grasping her trembling hands in his, a lifeline of support in her darkest moment. As Noah’s words and comforting touch slowly calmed her racing heart, Grace regained control of her breath. The fog of panic began to dissipate, allowing her to focus on Noah’s next revelation. With a mix of concern and restrained fury in his eyes, he disclosed that he had seen a video from the dash-cam, showing a man mercilessly beating her while wearing a twisted smile. The rage burned within Noah’s gaze as he fought the impulse to unleash his anger on the man responsible for inflicting such pain upon Grace.