Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

Damien. He was already on his way to her house, he could feel the sting from the knife as it plunged into her, it was like he could feel her pain. He knew he was too late for her mother but he wouldn't be too late for her child, Grace. He knew he could get to her, it was as if her last thought came rushing into him, run Grace he heard her voice rush through his head. Slamming on the breaks as he saw her child, about to rush across the road. Grace, she just kept running.

" Perfect we can do that, but I have to talk to Luke, he can get us more information about Valdimir. We need to know everything about him if we are planning to make allies Huwith him. " Everyone agreed on this plan. We have to finish this as soon as possible. ***************************** Grace Alder Pov. I came back as soon as I heard that the attacker Mikhail is dead. I know he tried to kill Charles and me but still, I never thought about this. At first, I thought this was fun and maybe I can handle it but now I got to know how serious the situation is. I have never been in this type of situation before. I have handled almost everything in my life alone, but I don't think I can handle it.

Then came the truth, which had Angel going to her knees, besides herself in disbelief and anger. " Why?" After what felt like ages of her sobbing bitterly, her voice finally came out, cold and calm, like she had finally made peace with the truth. " I did it for you. I did it to save you from future pain..With the kind of relationship that we have with the Tates, do you think they can ever accept you? Besides, I planned to finish them all, to kill them all if possible. Why would I want my daughter to become a widow?" There were no ripples of emotion in Grace's voice as she declared, and honestly, I was surprised by how heartless she sounded. To have thought that Molly was evil? I guess I was

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.

Anger rose in my chest, and I knew I was quickly running out of patience. I gathered my skirt to make a step forward, but Christoper spoke before I could move. “Alex killed your parents, Grace. He’s a killer and he’s kept it hidden from you!”

We put up a sign, letting everyone know that we had taken over this pack and the people here if willing will join mine or join any other pack of their choice, whatsoever, but now the land and pack will be ours as one. "Surprise, Surprise!", I smiled at Grace as she was dragged and thrown in front of my feet, she knelt down as she looked up at me. "I just wanted to share with you that Lola is dead", Oh how I loved the look on her face when I gave her the news, the pain in those cruel eyes, I was shocked she could feel hurt, "I killed her, it was so easy, piercing my sword into her cheap body", I was already bent to Grace's level as I made sure to let her hear every single way of how I killed

Levy gritted out. “Or what?” “Where. Is. He?” “Dead.” A casual shrug. “He’s dead.” Levy’s mouth dropped open, a strangling sound emerging. “You killed him?” “Yes. Yes, I did.” Grace threw her legs over the mattress, and winced. They must be paining her, he thought, wishing he were there to ease her hurts. She straightened. “Now, let’s go home. I’m eager to sleep in my own bed.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?” “It looks like someone had deliberately removed all the evidence relating to Anahita Bajaj’s death. There are no police records or anything. In fact no one actually knows what happened. I talked to one of the servants of the Bajaj mansion and he told me that Anahita Bajaj death was not an accident, it was a murder. But again he’s not sure.” The last information surprised me. It might be a possibility that she was murdered. But why would someone want to kill her. What actually happened?

Among Mitch, she, and I, she is thronged by many guys and has always been the perfect candidate in beauty pageants. That is why, I don’t understand why she has to steal away Cielo when there are many men, even better than my ex-boyfriend, who are lining up for her. But anyway, that is just a bitter thought and I would rather stay out from that business. “I don’t think Mitch committed suicide,” Grace said that made me attentive just by her mention of our best friend. “She is murdered from the hotel building.” “What are you talking about?” I asked discreetly and began to furrow my eyebrows.

He walked around the hood and got into the driving seat, as we drove out of the parking lot. "Nikolai..." "Yes, baby girl?" "Who shot me?" "Grace's hitman." I suspected that it was her, well, now I know for sure. Grace belonged to a mafia family, of course, she won't back down without a fight. I just didn't expect her to react this fast, I mean, it hadn't even been twenty-four hours before she sent her hitman to kill me off. I ran a hand through my hair and cringed as they were all dirty and had dried-up blood in them. I passed out on the sidewalk and it was not pretty at all.