Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

Too many people in my pack know exactly how that feels right now. As we pull up to the hospital, Sirona asks, “What happened to the hunters?” She opens the door and I carefully step out, holding my mate and my child close against me. “None of us are sure. It looks like a massacre. We know it was Grace that killed them, but we don’t know exactly how she did it. It will take days to clean it up. We need to burn what’s left of the bodies. There were so many of them, there’s no way their presence will go unnoticed by the humans.”

he murmured, his voice dripping with vile satisfaction and lust, "but they don't come even close to this." He pressed his nose in the crook of her neck, smelling her scent and then licked the same place with his tongue that felt like nails scratching against her skin. She could feel the bulge in his pants that kept rubbing on her thighs. Grace felt bile rise in her throat. Her vision blurred from the throbbing pain in her head and the relentless blows she endured. She knew she only had a couple of minutes to act, or it would all be over for her. She could only trust herself to get out of his clutch as her screams were futile, knowing the family had left for an event and the servants in the h

Her death would only serve to fuel the search for the truth. Grace's plan wasn't flawless, and she had relied on Sylvia and Cecil as protection to cover her. But once they were out of the picture, there would be traces—small hints that would eventually lead to the truth. And as Grace considered Carissa's attitude, for the first time, she felt a stirring of unease.

"Sit. As long as Nurato is still alive, you are not safe. You are living here in isolation like a hermit. Zack alone cannot protect you, and no amount of training that you get from Zack can make you strong enough to take down a thousand men, or God knows how many people will come for your head. "I had shot Nurato in rage when he started smirking and taunting me after killing my sister. Dad reached a favorable agreement with him in exchange for my life, which is, he will be made the mafia lord in Shenza city. "But that crook had the nerve to jubilate, claiming he had my sister, killed her, and still got all he wanted at a go. "He killed my twin sister that was barely twenty-one just for a mes

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

After years of having the prosthetic connected to his nerves, he had a new foot. "Hannah Grace," the man said. Victor tried hard not to react, but the name triggered something in him. It had been a while since he last heard it. Who was Hannah Grace? There was a gap in his memory. "Do you know her?" the doctor asked. Victor shook his head. "Who is Hannah Grace?" he asked back. "She's someone we have to find. She's a special one." Victor nodded his head. "After you recover, we can start hunting this girl." The man showed him a photo of Tracey De Novo. Victor stared at it for a long time. "Our top Rank A and B assassins couldn't kill her because of anonymous protectors. Can you do it?"

In that moment, I knew she was going to kill me. Time seemed to slow down. Pascal was getting to his feet beside me, breathing hard, watching. Grace's hand was steady now, her expression cold and determined. And I thought of Cynthia. Of Amber. Of everything I'd never get to do, never get to say, never get to fix. Then Grace pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening. A loud, sharp crack that echoed through the entire warehouse. And pain exploded through my chest. Sharp. Burning. All-consuming.

"Grace wasn't supposed to die! She was supposed to be brought here alive! She's the only person who knows the truth about the fire—the only witness who can identify the real killer!" Damien's eyes widened. "I thought... I thought you wanted her silenced." "I wanted her controlled! Manipulated! Used!" Victoria grabbed a crystal tumbler from the bar and hurled it at the wall. It exploded in a shower of glass. "Grace Winters was going to be our star witness when the time came. She was going to tell the world exactly who really killed her mother." "But she was warning Luna—"

, I thundered. “Mother gave them to me earlier Elias, calm down”, he answered, an innocent frown in between his eyebrows. “Don't worry, she already sent a reminder to discard this particular one because it's expired”, he explained further. My vision went blur. I felt my hands and knees weaken, the pack dropping from my hands and spilling all over the floor Grace. Of course she was one of Reine's murderers. She never like Reine and was always against her. What was thinking?

Scott asked impatiently. "No,I didn't. He left and he never called me. When I called him he didn't pick up. I thought he was angry that I sent him away" Grace said slowly. She began to realize that he came in with her,made out with her knowing fully well that it's not allowed and she wouldn't want other nurses to know that she brought her boyfriend. He made out with her and he knew that she would talk to the nurse for a longer while before going out so that the other nurse wouldn't notice his presence and that's when he had the opportunity to look into the rooms,find Selina and then kill her. At that realization,Grace let out a loud cry and hit herself on the ground.