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I was tempted to ask if her book was titled The Chronicles of My Secret Crush on Dax Donomie. We wrapped up the writing tips, but Grace wasn’t done talking. No, she seamlessly transitioned into telling me about her life or, more accurately, her life with Dax. “Dax is grouchy but such a gentleman,” she gushed, clasping her hands like she was narrating a fairy tale. Grouchy, gentleman? What the heck was that? “Even when he looks like he could kill anyone who dares to annoy him, deep down, he’s so kind.”

As he started to eat, he closed his eyes as the taste burst in his mouth, his staff grumbling its gratitude as the soul food filled it. The way he tore the meat with his hands and savored its flavor against his tongue reminded him of the soulful-like meals he had enjoyed in the past for a long time. Grace had proven herself to be a skilled cook, among her other talents. Noah considered Grace to be a multifaceted individual. She was a cook, a masseuse, a good woman, and above all, a caretaker. She was so nice that he hated everything she had gone through and knew she didn't deserve it. However, he still struggled to find the right way to help her and reassure her that this place was safe, and

GRACE! BOOK 1 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?

"A bond woven by the Goddess herself and therefor it is sacred and must never be broken again." He looked at me again, clearing his throat. I guessed that he did so to try and clear away the lump that was forming. I had to swallow hard at the one that was forming in my own. After all these years, after all the horrible things that had happened, after everything that we've been through, Grace and I could finally be happy. We could finally put the past behind us and focus on the future that we both deserve - the future that we have fought so hard for.

Grace shook her head, Oh God, what did the man do to her virgin mind? She remembered the tale, coming to life before her eyes…Grace was now a part of it, deeply integrated, though she was someone other than herself. Eventually. A puzzle piece slid into place. The book could have been the catalyst. Maybe, when she’d read aloud, she’d somehow opened a doorway from her world into this one. Maybe James had somehow sent the book to her, and she was his only wish for freedom.

he said even though he knew Kenzie would never call him but at least there should be something to hope for. "Tsk, as if," Kenzie yelled as the car zoomed off. Damien drove home absentmindedly, it was a miracle he didn't have any accident. Cara landed safely in Greensboro city, she smiled with satisfaction as she stepped out of the plane, breathing the clean, new air as she stepped out of the plane. Greensboro city was a small city in Country V, it is almost as unrecognizable as it is in the map. No one will look for her here, no one will criticize her again. She'll just leave a peaceful life with Kenzie's parents.

she stretched it forward. Whilst he opened the letter, Grace ran her eyes over him. He was more of Cecilia's type, tall, huge, dressed in no more than black, his hair packed at the back of his head, his eyes a disturbing green. "Give me your hand" Grace's lips trembled "No. I have to go. I was sent only to deliver your letter and I have. So .. I have to leave" She said starting to turn away. "Go on" "Thank you"

Not bothering with the couples, Grace just bowed deeply towards aunty Flo and her husband Samuel "I'm very sorry, I have caused you to be caught up in this mess. Even though you're innocent, but after what has happened today, some people may doubt you. You have both been so kind, when Anna was too busy with work to come and visit, both of you always helped me with any problems. Yet such good people have been slandered like this. I am extremely sorry." "It's, it's alright." Samuel, who was originally unhappy, felt better after he had he heard Grace sincere apology. As this wasn’t her fault to begin with. Turning around, Grace coldly glared at Tomas. Though she was sick but her aura was strong

"Don't be naive. Wall Street is not a place where a miner's-town girl changes the rules with pretty speeches. My family has roots here. Networks, funds, board seats. You can't pick those up by having dinner with the right men a few times." I listened quietly. Under that elegant face, what had been hidden for fifty years finally showed itself. A stolen name, a stolen identity, a stolen life, and still the same arrogance. She was not Grace Walker. Grace Walker was my grandmother, who had died with her eyes open, still whispering the name of the man who had promised to come back. I tightened my palm and kept my voice cold. "Are you done? Mrs. Hale, the result will not change. Please leave."

A round of applause erupted. “This is still going to ruin everything,” Grace whispered, her voice low and laced with dread. And that’s when I knew. Something bigger was coming. --- Author's Note Grace is giving off serious I’ve got secrets energy 👀 Who’s ready for the next storm?