Romans & histoires Saving Grace

The moment Grace shattered the kill switch beneath her heel, the air in the Ashford Council Chamber thickened like smoke before a storm. Gasps rippled through the council members, some rising from their chairs in protest while others stared in stunned silence. Jade, eyes wide with disbelief, stepped forward. “You’ve doomed him.” “No,” Grace said calmly, standing taller. “I saved him.” Adrian’s heart was pounding. The device was gone. The last safeguard. But he felt more in control now than ever before. The ghost of Alaric was still inside him, but weaker, quieter. As if Grace’s defiance had disrupted the ancient algorithm of the Genesis Protocol itself.

But despite the embarrassment, a quiet wave of gratitude settled over her heart for the interruption, for Abrams’ untimely arrival, for the grace that had spared her from herself. That night, she prayed in whispers, thanking heaven for mercy she hadn’t known she needed.

I began, my voice flat, "I've never forgotten what you've done for me, your courage, your sacrifice, and the pain you went through to save me." "No amount of money or material things could ever repay you for that." My voice softened, "But that's all I can give you. I don't love you." "I can promise you safety, an easy life, but not the heart you want from me." Tears streamed down her face. "That's okay, Lucien. I can wait. I can try to make you love me. Time changes everything." She pulled the blanket back, revealing the jagged scars on her leg, a painful reminder of the night she saved me.

My eyes were already red because of hangover and this crying must have made me look like a blood thirsty witch. "Ananya A. Bajaj Oberoi, listen to me very carefully. None of these events are your fault. Neither Sarah's injury nor this party postponement. You are the most amazing woman I have ever seen. You can't control your pyrophobia so don't blame yourself for it."

Thank God he didn't have a code or I would have been doomed. I scrolled through his phone quickly, searching for Michael's number. I finally found it and tap the call icon. It rang four times, before Michael picked up. "Hey man." He answered. "Hey Michael. It's Kayla. I really need your help." I said. There was a pause. "Kayla?" His voice was filled with surprise. "What is it?" "Carson is drunk. I'm at the corner where he lives. He doesn't want me to take him home. Can you come and take him to your house?" I asked in a rush.

I asked as she nodded. “This body belongs to the Charlie’s daughter; Hope. We met in hell as well as that demon and they helped me get here so I can make sure the gate is never found.” “What gate?” “The gate that the key of Hades opens.” She replied as she licked her lower lips. “How did you get hurt?” I asked with my arms folded. “I bumped into Charlie when I was travelling around and it turns out she’s back.” Grace said as she placed her feet on the ground. “It seems like there’s so much that happened that I didn’t know she was back. Care to explain?”

As he helps her into it, Ella jumps up and takes the spot beside her sister, looking through the things Margie's left. As we get outside, Margie apologizes. "You’re fine young men and I’m sorry if I’ve upset y—." I raise a hand to silence her. “You’re certain that phrase works? To reset him and nothing else. It works?" Margie peers at me hard for a long minute. "'Only by the work of Grace can we be worthy of our Lord'. Memorize it. It works every single time. So you do believe me?"

I can't believe my ears, the earth was dancing beneath my feet and I can't believe what my ears listened to. After ten years of no hope, after ten cursed years, ten years of longing and hopelessness, I stopped believing in God but little did I know he will return all my happiness, answer all unsaid prayers and bless me with the most beautiful blessing, my parents. "My parents, they are alive." "My Mom, Dad, my life, my happiness, he had returned it all." "Utter Bliss"..." Pure Blessing"

Hero drank the pineapple juice then slowly shake it as if arranging the ice cubes. She gritted her teeth, “I didn’t meet you here to exchange pleasantries. I still don’t forgive you for ruining my life.” She glared at him. The man still looked unbothered. “I know I caused you this mess. And I’m really sorry, I mean it. I don’t wish you to forgive me because I dragged you into a greater danger aside from lying about my marital status. But believe me or not, I really love you. And I know it’s wrong from the start, I just couldn’t help it.” He let out a deep sigh.

For a moment, she seemed to see Isabella's face superimposed in front of her eyes. She couldn't stand the stimulation and screamed. Grace grabbed her hair and pressed her against the wall, "Nothing is impossible. God gave me a chance to live again so that I could see how miserable you people are! Thank you very much. Remind me that I will live well!" "No……"