Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

“Three?” Grace nodded slowly. “One was yours.” She pointed at the photograph. “One was taken for Victor.” Then she looked at Amelia. “And the third…” A loud gunshot shattered the night. Grace screamed. The lights went out again. And when the emergency lights flickered back on, Grace was gone. Only a single line of blood remained on the floor. And beside it lay a black eagle ring. Adrian stared at it. Then he heard Amelia whisper behind him. “Adrian…” He turned.

Thank you dear" She didn't want to accept Ernest not only because he had another woman but she hoped that Richard would come back one day. She sounded so foolish right? He hasn't told her it was over yet. She constantly wished for a reunion. It's crazy of her to hope so but she needed an official break up, then his place in her heart will be scraped out forever. She can't wait for him for long, from all indications he has moved on without a word. She had to accept the truth and live with it. "You've got an unknown number calling" "Oh. Thanks. Let me have it" Grace uttered as she received the phone. "This is Grace speaking" "Finally, I found you. How are you doing" the caller asked "I'm fine.

, I got out of my car and banged on his car window until he got out "Its so difficult to reach you, do you have any idea how many times I tried calling you?" He complained "Why are you here?" I asked "We need to talk" he began "About?" "Well, Grace, what happened to her. One moment I was supposed to act as her boyfriend and the next she is Dead, am I insane or did you do something to her?" I didnt like his line of thoughts. I wasn't a killer, almost all the people I have killed my entire life had a reason to die. Grace was going to expose and ruin me, Bernard was going to sell me out and now Mathews, he was too young for such kind of a fate, besides, he was Sally's friend, not that it made a

Grace looked back, holding her steps towards the room where her husband was being held hostage. In silence, Grace watched the wide-eyed stare at her with her body tense and breathless. Mr. Emeron had met death at the hands of his daughter on Sunday afternoon. The gray atmosphere became the color of the sky outside the multi-storey building. Delivering the male spirit to immortality. Grace smiled nervously, apologizing for the crime she had just committed. "I'm sorry, Father. I don't love you." She said softly, running as fast as possible to meet Mr.Charmond.

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.

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.”

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.

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.