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, Grace nods and fish out her phone from her pocket. I finally slump down on the bench in horror. I thought of Gabriel as a bitch. But she now almost saved my life !

the person chuckled. “Get out of my sight!” Karla yelled with the look of disdain in her eyes. “Your pride won't take you anywhere. You probably don't understand what's going on. You have nothing now and knowing you, you don't have any savings,’ the person said. Karla's heart broke at the reality of the words and more tears streamed down her cheeks. “But I can help you,” the person said. “You?” Karla asked with disgust. “Yes, me. I'm the only one that can help you,” the person said.

Grace was horrified after seeing a dozen men in black. Their eyes were full of lust. She could already imagine what would be happening to her next. Grace looked around helplessly and noticed Frederick standing at the side. She immediately knelt down before him and begged, "Please save me, Frederick. We used to be family! Do this for Priscilla's sake! Didn't she say that you've been in contact with June recently? If June were to hear that I was tortured to death, she would definitely be heartbroken."

I needed to make a good first impression so I wanted to arrive at the office early and make sure everything was ready for my egotistical boss. I got to the office and had to take a step back just to look at how beautiful it was. It had a gothic sort of look to it but it was also updated with beautiful floor to ceiling windows; it actually took my breath away just looking at it. The gothic scenery made me think of how fitting this building was for Mr. McAlister, scary and mean goes pretty well with the building. I took the elevator to the fifteenth floor getting more nervous with each floor passing by. I wasn’t paying attention when I came off the elevator and ran right into what I thought wa

GRACE! BOOK 4 Intro; In the suffocating stillness of a Southern church town located in Ashwick Georgia, Grace the pastor’s daughter has spent her entire life being watched, measured, and molded into holiness and the graceful figure she should grow into. Golden-haired Grace who’s never been prideful, sinful, She dresses modestly because she had been taught that a woman’s body is a temptation and temptation is a weapon. Her principled life has always been one she had been born into, But inside her?

I don’t know what she’s doing, but she seems to, and I trust her to figure it out. I bow my head, like she is, and concentrate. I feel the blow of power as it erupts from Grace. I feel Lily as she spins around the front of Grace grabbing my other hand, pulling from my strength and pushing it into Grace. “Hold on, Grace.” Lily whispers as Grace screams. When Grace falls to the ground, Lily pulls us with her, continuing to give her whatever strength we can. When I look up, I realize that Grace has saved everyone. Everyone that was dead or dying on the field is waking up, as if they were merely unconscious.

Grace says as I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I step in, letting the water flow over my head. I feel Grace step in behind me. “You’ve created something here, something special. People like us never had a place to go, a safe place to pick up the pieces and rebuild our lives. You’ve created that here. That makes you an Alpha. A good Alpha.” She says, running her hands over my back.

With a heavy heart, she lowered her gaze and softly uttered, "I'm so sorry." Sensing her distress, I gently guided her away from the shattered fragments, carefully pulling her away from the scene of chaos. Once we reached a safe distance, I released my grip on her and reassured her, "There's no need to apologize, it's just a broken piece of glass. The mess will be cleared up in no time. Go on, have your breakfast." Just as I was about to retreat, she whispered those words once more, her voice laden with regret, "I'm sorry, Dante." This time, the dam she had been desperately holding back burst open, and tears cascaded down her cheeks, mirroring the pain she felt within.

His hand lingered, gently brushing against her arm, a silent reassurance of his presence. Struggling to sit up, Grace felt a rush of dizziness. Noah quickly supported her, steadying her against him. “Easy there,” he cautioned, his hand firm yet gentle on her back. Looking around, the events leading up to this moment slowly pieced together in her mind. “The man… the warning…” Grace trailed off, her voice trembling. She had remembered what happened and that was why she was like this. Gracious God, who in the world did he had to beat up for making her like this?

I didn't know if Zylah could see, but she felt it, and shut up when she noticed the effect of the future queen of hell's prayer. The human, whose soul was doomed to hell, whose religious body made God bless her with angelic power, prayed for the world and the world thanked her with moments of peace and silence. I swore that that feeling should have passed through every body that stepped on that planet, because even the journalists on television, in another very distant city, were astonished and with an expression of shock engraved on their faces. When Anne finished, the world returned to normal, and the feeling of peace and calm disappeared. But at least the last news of the night was that t