Pembunuh Grace Novels & Stories

Kumuha ako ng pizza at kinain ito. It's August 15 Today in the Morning. Tumunog ang cellphone ko kaya naman agad ko itong kinuha sa sofa namin at tinignan kung ano iyon. It's a text message from my investigator he send to me a information that i will be using on my revenge. Intayin nyo ko dahil malapit na malapit na ako lubos lubosin nyo na ang mga buhay nyo! August 16,Start of the my revenge rather my game. Napangisi ulit ako at tumayo na para at mag ayos para makapagmanman sa mga kilos ng pamilyang pumatay sa magulang ko.

She forwarded it to herself then added all of the men that Ethan had stationed here, the change in loyalty was quick and swift, following her rules and orders without a second thought. ****Present*** Now here we are, waiting to hear from the doctor. “You’re the man who brought that young woman in right?” As if I had summoned him, he appeared in front of me, I hadn’t even seen him approach with me lost in thought. Her mom and I both stood. “Yes, this is her mother. The woman’s name is Grace.” “Perfect, Grace just got out of surgery; she lost a lot of blood but with a quick transfusion and luck on her side, she’s fine now. Lucky for her no major arteries or organs were hit.”

BIANCA POV My heart pounds in my chest as they continue their conversation, “Come on Rafaelle, this is not what we agreed on, we need to focus and figure out their location,” Grace says disgust and annoyance in her tone I feel a chill run down my spine at her words, Grace and Rafaelle are working together? But on what? I narrow my eyes keeping silent so I can hear properly “What about the Assassin? You killed him?” Grace says A cold voice replies to her, Rafaelle voice, “Yes I killed him, he was a liability and Dominic would have discovered him if I didn't kill him on time” he chuckles a low and dangerous laugh following

he whispered. “They were killed,” I said more firmly, hoping he would believe me. “Who would kill them in my house and why?” He asked the obvious question. The same question I was bent on figuring out. “I know you're traumatized by what you saw, but let me handle this, okay? I know you're hurt because you had a fair relationship with the girl but you can't explain people's choices most times,” he said, stroking my cheek. Given, Candice wasn't the happy-go-lucky kind of person but she wasn't also the kind of person that would make that kind of ‘choice’.

"You said you have a name. The person who helped kill my father." "I do." Grace's eyes blinked nervously. "But first you need to understand. This person is powerful and connected. If they find out about this, I'm dead." "I'll protect you or probably relocate you, whatever you need." "You can't protect me from them." Grace's uttered. "But I'm doing this anyway because Daniel," her voice broke, "Then tell me," Victoria urged. "Who is it?" Grace took a deep breath. Pulled up a clip on her phone. "He recorded this three days before your father died. It's a phone conversation between this person and Senator Mbanefo. Planning the murder.."

“Her name is, I’m sorry, was Grace” I tell him everything about it. Not everything. He later knows Grace is my little sister. She was four years old when she died, murdered. She was dead with a single blow on her head, the murderer was a robber. He banged her head to the wall and strangled her to make sure that she's dead. Psychopathic moves. She was just a four years old girl. I can feel my heart is boiling by just telling him this. I've told these stories so many times to the police but I still can’t brush off the pain.

“Why aren’t you replying to my messages anymore, Grace? Is this how you want to avenge your mother’s death?! I’ve been asking you to keep me updated but your last message was about Damon’s sister? Does Damon even have a sister? Instead of falsely accusing me why don’t you clench your fist in anger and avenge your mother?! I’ve told you countless times how your mother died and you’ve grieved with me. Stop making me feel like I’m the only one who cares about her. I will never let Marcy Veyra’s death slide. This is the type of spirit I want you to have!” The letter came to a conclusion. My stomach sank and my heart became heavy. I could barely recall how to inhale and exhale properly. My vision

Yes, Edward and Grace had taken care of him but he knew very well that a biological mother’s love was the best but Sylvia had denied him of that and he wasn’t ready to look past it. He slumped into one of the sofas in the living room as soon as he got to his penthouse. With his eyes closed, his thoughts revolved around all the information that had been dumped on him. To some extent, it was still unbelievable but he knew Grace wouldn’t pull such a prank on him. It had to be true. While he was still pondering on this, his phone rang. It was his cousin, Chase. But as soon as he answered the call, the news that greeted him had his heart instantly halting. “Grace is dead. She was involved in a fa

About how Thomas Vex had been the public face while the real extremism ran deeper. "Courtney's father used her," Grace said quietly. "Let her think she was giving us complete intelligence while actually protecting the real leadership. She didn't know about Marcus and Elena until yesterday, and by then the assault was already happening." "Do you believe her?" "Uncle Cas does. Says she's telling the truth." Grace paused. "Connor, she seemed—broken. Her father died in the assault. Died trying to kidnap me. And she'd given us the intelligence that helped kill him. She's—she's grieving and guilty and trying to make it right by telling us about Marcus and Elena."