Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

The owner of the lamb had been killed, and to teach Grace a lesson, the lamb was thrown into the fireplace of this very dining room, where it was locked and burned alive while she listened to its cries. Her single mistake had caused five deaths, and she was solely responsible for them. Grace had cried that night, her mother patting her to sleep after witnessing the gory event at such a young age. Afterward, she had been extremely careful. Unlike Dallion, Grace had traits that made her seem more human than a bloody mafia creature when compared to her siblings. Dallion glanced at Grace, who still stared at the wall for a brief moment before resuming her meal. A faint smile appeared on her lips

Although deep down I knew that where this conversation is heading to but I acted as if I have no clue about whatever he has to say next. "I met Grace when I was only eight years old. She was this little princess who was never loved and pampered. Her father was alcoholic and her mother was prostitute. They never loved her but she was okay with that. You know, her mother wanted to drag Grace into prostitution but somehow she managed to escape. You think that you know everybody, right? No, you don't. There are some stories which are always left unsaid. Grace never got love of her parents, it was only me, Blake and Riley who look after her. Just like a normal girl, she had dreams but then she wa

Ben was dead because of her. “Am sorry Dora, but I need to get out of here and go back to Ryan" Grace said but there wasn't a hint of remorse in her voice, she sounded like this was a casual thing. Dora always thought her father was Evil, his deeds were no secret but looking at Grace at the moment, she felt perhaps she had been a little mislead. Evil wasn't when you do horrible things publicly, it was pretending to be a good person, a person everyone liked and yet in secret be able to do the worst things ever. Evil was Grace after she killed an innocent man who didn't deserve to die. Dora didn't say a word, she watched as Grace banged on the door demanding to be let out, she didn't cry, cons

One she used to turn things back on you quicker and more agile than a jackrabbit in whatever way that benefited her best— I have to give her credit for that. But I digress, and as I make my way on foot to the Hammond farm—well, I suppose now Grace’s married that Asian man, it’s not the Hammond farm anymore, real shame that that is—I try to forget that Juliet was the plotting hag that she was, even though she poisoned everyone around her with it. Eventually, even her daughter, Julia. And then years later, her granddaughter. See, Grace doesn’t know why her grandmother was so distrustful. Has no idea what Juliet’s issues were with me. Being the forgiving type I am, I’m trying my best to repair

I paused for a while, then made my voice sound rigidly firm as I said to him, "Yes… I am Grace. I could keep denying it, say the necklace is random some more, or come up with something else but even if I wanted to do that, possibly with someone else. Both of us literally looked at that necklace almost everyday for years. We took pictures of it, we formed it into different shapes for fun. You are the last person who would believe that there is another of the exact neckpiece we grew up with, and it just happened to belong to a woman who you have been suspecting to be your brother's ex wife for a while now. Life can only come with so many coincidences at once. So, yes, I am Grace. But at the sa

Gulping his drink, Leo silently watched as grace was being bashed before him, she wouldn't easily speak and that he knew until she had agreed on her own. “Your father's collectivrly had raped me in a motel where I worked” grace said “a single pregnant lady trying to earn an honest living, the killed my unborn child” she stated out “ Cprtel strret, November 1991” she declared, looking up from where her face had fallen “this was my vengeance” she said forth on a venomous tone. “And so you killed them both, so why cause the rift and try killing us all ?“ Leo queried, regardless of what he had heard.

"Don’t forget, you’re the one who killed Grace. We’re in this together, and if you try to cut me off, I’ll make sure you go down with me." The line went dead, and Emily dropped the phone, her eyes wild with fear and confusion. I felt my spirit tremble, a cold, suffocating rage flooding my chest. So my death hadn’t been an accident. My child’s death hadn’t been a cruel twist of fate. It had been murder—planned and executed by the woman kneeling in front of my ashes. Emily snapped, her voice shrill and desperate, "Caleb, it’s not what it sounds like! He’s lying! It’s Grace. She’s trying to frame me, even from the grave!" She crawled toward him, her hands reaching for his leg.

Lisa was dumbfounded, she had never realized that one day Grace would stoop so low but for what? "What will you get by doing this Grace? Lisa asked feeling helpless. As Grace replied her firmly, "I will feel at peace when I will see you breaking and shattering in your own little world. Lisa I took you as a hope that would bring back my brother but you turned out to be a curse that made my brother dies a terrible death. His murder is on you Lisa, I won't let you live peacefully.” Grace started getting emotional as her voice choked and she left the office angrily.

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.

Didn’t care for it. There was no version of her explanation that could rewrite what had already been done. She flinched, but I didn’t stop. I grabbed her, shoving her back against her chair. My back hand landed on her face with a satisfying crack before I grabbed her neck, my hand curling around her throat. My claws pressed lightly against her skin, just enough to break it, just enough for her to feel the sting. Her breath hitched. “Grace is in this situation because of you,” I spat, my voice low, dangerous.