Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

Grace states, satisfied. “I am so glad to hear you are doing better,” Peggy Sue exclaims. “Our audience is dying to know what happened during the attack were you supposedly died? How did you survived it?” “I rather not go into details, I am still processing that event. All I can tell you is that Leopold Mortensen planned everything and when I survived he payed the Eels to kidnap me,” Grace replies with such a confidence is hard to tell that she is lying. “And the body that was retrieved from that place? Who was she?” Peggy Sue inquires.

"You know there's no need to lie right? We will still figure it all out later." "I know," Grace said in surrender then buried her face in her hands, using her fingers to massage the throbbing pain she felt in her forehead. She wasn't lying. She only remembered going to the pool with Raymond- a very poor choice, she realized as she thought of it- and then she remembered getting dizzy and falling asleep. There was know no way she would have killed him if she was awake, but right there her memory was telling her something different. She pushed him into the pool and watched him drown. She killed him.

"I have got to know who her mother is and why she lied against my head. I still can't believe Rumi of yesterday, a girl I had trained and nurtured, is behind Grace's death." "You better start believing, father, not only did she kill my mother, she also killed me but luckily for me I survived and here I am." "No wonder I was surprised when I saw you because I had used my hands to bury you," Emera said. "But I... there is one thing that still confuses me, how did she carry out all without anyone suspecting her? I mean she did a lot of bad things and none of it pointed to her, she made Grace death looked like an assassination."

Take her out of here and protect her the way you protected me and mum, from 'him'. Grace, I hope you don't hate me. Please don't hate me I didn't mean to. I swear I didn't know mama was tied behind that dummy . 'He' set me up. He put her behind the dummy so that I'd kill her. I swear Grace, I didn't do it knowingly. But I still killed mama. I'm a murderer and because I took her life I must die. I hope you forgive me. Please, don't hate me Grace. I'm sorry Harvey.

Grace gritted. “What do you mean by that?” Ana asked and Grace smiled like a deranged woman. “The accident that Adam was in, I had planned for the brakes to fail because he had rejected me once again! He told me he only loved you and I wasn't going to allow him to be with you so I wanted to kill him. Only back then, I didn't know he had met with his twin brother, Jack who came to England by chance nor did I know that Jack was also in the car along with Adam. But then I had another plan after the accident took place, and Jack died instantly while Adam managed to survive but was badly wounded. And that's when I decided to change him into Jack instead.” Ana gasped and shook her head. “You're so

Vera suddenly asked, catching Grace off guard. “Ah," Grace flinched at the question. "No," she responded with a sad smile, "but I did do something worse, though,” she added. Taken aback, Vera asked in shock, “What?” Grace took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Mrs. Vera’s. She thought to herself, 'Maybe it's time she knew about my past.' Settling into her chair, Grace began to recount her story, holding nothing back. She spoke of the accident that shattered her life, her father's tragic death, her own trauma, and her mother's prolonged coma. She explained how her mother had only recently woken up, which was why she had disappeared for months.

Grace didn’t move at all. “He lives near you,” Cain added. “Use that. Charm him. Or poison him. Just don’t screw it up.” No one spoke as they walked back to their cars. The silence between them was thick with dread—and something else. Something darker. That night, Grace stood in the audience of Lily’s school recital, her hands clapping to the rhythm of a glittery choreographed number. She smiled, waved, mouthed *I love you*. In her purse: a photo of Devon Marks, his address, and a gun with the safety off.

" My heart hammered in my chest as Grace turned and sauntered towards the exit, her laughter echoing in my head. I looked down at the blood pooled around Emilio and me, a chilling reminder of the violence that had unfolded. Anger surged within me, propelling me forward with a fierce determination. Without a second thought, I bolted up and sprinted towards Grace, my movements fueled by adrenaline. With a forceful shove, I sent her tumbling down the stairs, her body crashing against the hard floor. Her head split open, and she lay there, motionless. I stood there, frozen in shock, staring at what I had done. Grace's lifeless body lay at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes open but unseeing. I f

Grace turned back to her and got shocked to her marrow bone with what she saw. "Why did you want to kill me?." She questioned as tears rushed down her cheek freshly. "You don't have to know my dear, but you have to die right here and right now." She shouted and pulled the trigger. She was hit by a plank before she could release the bullet. She turned back slightly and saw them and the cops. "Drop down your gun right now." The cops ordered, but Amanda released a smirk. "Grace, you set me up with these people, right? and you think if I get arrested I would be there forever then you guessed wrong because I am going to go, come back and kill you." Amanda threatened and staggered backwards.

"Just a few minutes of your time." Silence blanketed the room, and I signaled to Marco. He understood, heading to the sound system to plug in a USB. Alice's voice filled the space. "I want her dead. Make it look like an accident, a fall–whatever it takes." The guests gasped, a wave of shock rippling through them. Alice went pale as a ghost. "That's fake..." she stammered. "It's all fake!" The screen came to life, showing Alice in a cafe, sliding a briefcase of cash across the table.