Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

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!”

Grace said and looked into the dark. "But you're fine now, so bye." She jumped off the bed. I held her wrist. "You love him, don't you?" I asked her. Grace froze and faced me with knitted eyebrows. A small mocking titter followed before she became serious again. "I'm crazy about him. I'd do anything. Sadly, he will never ask me to kill you." I swallowed hard and looked her in the eyes. "We can't do anything about that." "He put me in such a terrible position treating you. You don't understand the thrill I got from hearing you got shot. I thought, here's my chance! I hate that I'm here delaying the inevitable."

She insinuated. My face turned angry. Was she pointing at me or at Gray? "Shut up, the evidence is on you," Haydn commanded. "I am not the killer. I don't understand what you mean," Grace refused to confess. "Soldier, take off her ring." Grace's expression truly changed this time. She clenched the ring, attempting to stop the soldier, but it was futile.

he gritted his teeth. Grace turned to Melissa. “Lisa, shut up. Don’t speak that way to your father. We’re going to sort this out, quietly.” “Mother, stop being his puppet. He’s only using you. When you need something urgently, he’s going to discard you and go to another.” *Slap* Grace's hand fell on her cheek in a harsh slap, her looks warning. “Don’t you dare speak about that? I’m trying to sort things out and you're only complicating them.”

“We traced Grace’s last confirmed movement.” I straightened. “She booked a flight,” he continued. “Destination—France.” My chest loosened for half a second. “Good,” I said. “When?” “Three days ago,” Matteo replied. “The aircraft suffered an explosion shortly after takeoff.” I didn’t speak. “None of the passengers survived,” he finished. “Grace is listed among the deceased.” The words landed—but they didn’t register. “No,” I said. Calm. Certain. “That’s not her.”

“Sorry to tell you, she’s not going to let up. Unless you give her a definitive ‘no’, she’s going to keep it up. She’s bold as hell. And wait until she feels better. It’ll get much worse.” “Oh my God,” Spencer covered his face with his hands, feeling it get redder if that was possible. “The police may come in here to ask you some questions,” Will said, bringing the mood back down. “I know,” Emma sighed. “Will, listen. I know you don’t want to hear this, but Grace was involved. She’s the one who did most of this to me. Her plan was to kill me and then somehow convince you that Lizzie was her baby and that you two would raise her together. If they catch her, I think she needs serious help.”

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.

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

“Now, where was I? Ah, yes, remember one night in the CBD where you killed Luke Stanton. Why did you do that?” “Get off me,” “You still don’t get the message. I control your bodily functions. Now answer me. Why did you do that?” “I discovered something.” Grace hissed. “What was it? It must have been important that you felt the easy solution was his immediate death.” “Annie, mind your own business.” Grace has noticed movement just behind Annie. This gives her a moment’s strength to try and wiggle herself free. But it was still clear that the younger woman was more agile.

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.”