Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.

“A hunter did.” I held out the card. Grace read it without touching it. Her mouth tightened. Then she moved to the chair by the fire and sat down like her knees had finally remembered her age. I remained standing. If I sat, I might fall apart. “Was Lila’s baby really gone?” I asked. Grace looked at the fire. The flames popped softly, bright and domestic, completely inappropriate for the shape of the moment. “Yes,” she said. The room held still. Then she added, “But not dead.”

"I suggest you speak to Dante dear- I hear...." Grace opened her mouth to speak but was stopped when someone barged into the kitchen. It was someone Grace had never seen before and he made for Leila, attacking her and Grace who, alarmed, picked up a turning stick ready to come to an aid gets grabbed and yanked against the kitchen freezer.

Stella whines. “Why in the hell would you…” Grace looks over Stella, “...mere days before her trial.” “Whose trial?” Stella asks, interest piqued. “Charlie’s.” Grace and I say at the same time, but I continue, “to punish those that killed her. Every last one of them.” “Who would that be? I thought Henry was dead.” “He is, but his donor and another are still very much alive.” Grace replies. “Another?” “You’ll find out, but until then. Leave. Now.” Grace’s words are clipped. She’s pissed and she has every right to be.

His lips twitch into a grin before he disappeared in front of me and when I looked back, I know that he was holding Victoria Stephen’s neck and was ready to kill her. Poor unconscious woman. She doesn’t know that someone is trying to kill her. “ Can we at least have some peace?” Alpha Zac plead as he slumped himself into the floor and just lay there like a fucking child. His hands play a blade full of blood. Surely, they did go and hunt. The glistening excitement over his eyes made me guess that his victims didn’t take it easy before succumbing to death. Alpha Zac loves it hard and painful. The same thing that I delivered but I do it because I want to.

Hunter's POV I stared at the spot where Grace had been standing before she had bolted. Quinn ran after her, and I moved to follow, only to stop outside the ladies' bathroom, my chest tight. The sound of her retching came loud and clear through the door. I stood there and waited. Thinking about what They had all just learnt about Helena. If she was alive, he would fucking kill her for what she had done to Grace. Helena had been pregnant. She'd terminated it. Why?

There was no longer a hint of arrogance on his face. “Jack, I told you before, stop interfering in my life. I don’t want to look you in the eye, let alone have anything to do with you. You’ve killed the most precious people in my life. You’ll always be the person I hate most in my life. To me, I never knew you,” Grace said emphatically. She looked away, refusing to look at Jackson for even a second. To her, Jackson was a murderer who had ruined her life.

"Ms. Lewis, spare us." "We were wrong." "We won't do it again." "Please, give us a chance." But Grace said nothing and ignored them, walking out mercilessly. Aaron couldn't help but say, "These people are despicable. We've given them a chance, and they don't appreciate it. Now they learn their lesson." Grace finally stopped. Her eyebrows furrowed. She said, "I have nothing to do with Max from Pamore, and I haven't offended him. Why does he want to kill me?"