Piper Mclean Jason Grace Novels & Stories

I say. "Well lucky for you I do, as a matter of fact I have one" he says, offering me his hand to shake. "Samuel Jackson." I look down at his hand, cautiously debating on whether or not to shake it before finally giving in. His warm hand embraces mine gently, holding it there so that I can not move. "Grace Brooks," I say. "You're not from around here are you?" I ask him. I don't want to seem too suspicious, but I have to ask him. I think I'd remember if I saw a face like his before.

Dad has been nursing her at the hospital for the past five years, and the Charlie Mansion is just too empty without my precious sister, which is why I have moved to her workshop, which is also her burial ground. I had made the workshop just like she wanted because I owe her that much. I should at least protect her dreams since I failed to protect her. Her grave lay at the center of the apartment, and I feel closer to her, more like she is still with me whenever I wake up and see her grave. I care for her grave myself; I don't even let Zack near her. Although Dad had saved me from being killed, I still cannot forgive him for being late and getting her killed. We never wanted this life, and he

“Bold. Underlined. Probably with a criminal record attached.” Grace rubbed her temples. “Lila, please” But Lila wasn’t finished. “Listen, Mr. Billionaire, Grace has already been through hell thanks to one charming liar. She doesn’t need a sequel.” For the first time, Damien’s smile faded. His gaze flicked to Grace, something sharp flashing in his expression. “Is that what you think I am? A sequel?” Grace froze. Words tangled in her throat. She wanted to say yes. Wanted to shove him away with the same force she felt pulling her toward him.

Piper should be grateful Chris remembered her, Jason thinks. It is a miracle that he remembered and even felt bad for keeping her waiting, totally forgetting about her. Well, come to think of it, it's kinda Jason's fault, isn't it? He was the one who interrupted them and asked Chris to meet him. Jason inhales and walks closer to the bed. He shakes Piper's shoulder gently to wake her up. She opens her eyes after a few seconds of shaking. All trace of sleep vanishes when she sights Jason and not Chris. She sits up abruptly and hugs herself.

“We’re right downstairs if you need anything.” We leave her room quietly, closing the door behind us. Grace waits until we reach the bottom step before she speaks. “You’re overthinking,” she says softly. I rub a hand over my face. “I’m not.” “You are.” I exhale, shoulders heavy. “I failed Delaney.” Grace steps closer, her voice warm but firm. “You didn’t fail her. Jason betrayed her. There’s a difference.” “Not enough of one,” I mutter. “I should’ve seen it. I should’ve protected her. And now...”

After all these years, these leeches still showed no gratitude, and now they were standing with that old man against her. What had all her hard work amounted to, then? Grace drew a deep breath, then turned to Jason. “Jason, did you get all of that recorded?”

Just like Sam with Juliet before them, the Asian man’s on his feet and between me and Grace the minute I’m close enough to speak to her. “Mr. Mueller. Something I can do for you?” “No, sir.” I glance about the barn, then lean around the tall man to feast my eyes on Grace. There ain't no denying she's a vision of feminine perfection as she lounges sideways on a chair, one delicate arm dangling over the back. With those great blue eyes like her grandmother’s on me like a hawk’s on its next meal. “It’s a fine party. I come to wish you both my congratulations, then I’ll be taking my leave.”