State Of Grace Novel Novels & Stories

I was defeated. She cleared my desk, dropping every book and bible to the floor, I fought the urge to pick them up as I sat her up on it. She smiled, putting her arms up. I pulled the dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Her nipples hardened from the cool air, and I moved closer, brushing my fingers over them. As a teen, I had my fair share of women, but none of them struck me this way, not even the woman I spent years married to. I dropped my pyjama pants and fisted my cock, it was so hard it was pulsing, leaking with pre cum. “Put it in,” Grace ordered, her voice laced with every ounce of sin I wanted to taste.

"I didn't take Gaven." "You exist," she says. "That was enough." Behind me, I can feel his presence like a wall. He is steady and patient. Waiting for the moment I need him, but he doesn’t interfere, because he knows this isn’t about him. "You were supposed to be grateful," Grace continues. "Grateful for whatever scraps you were given. Grateful you weren't discarded entirely." "I was." "And now?" She snarls. I breathe slowly. Now comes the truth I never allowed myself to say. "I'm done being grateful for survival."

“Yeahhh, very much acceptable.” He then gave her space to come fully into the house. His living room looked lived-in, with books stacked on the coffee table, and a blanket bunched on the couch, a mug with coffee rings on the side table, and all the signs of solitary comfort. “This is insane,” Grace said. “I just…I came here to tell you and now we’re…we just….” She pressed her free hand to her sternum, feeling her heartbeat through her shirt. “I’m literally shaking. Feel this.”

It only made my fear worse. “It was completely and utterly emptied. There was not a soul to be found, anywhere. They deserted. Do you want to tell me why they would have deserted like that, Grace?”noveldrama I panicked. I had no idea where they would have gone or why. I had never been allowed to leave the house, and it’s not like they told me secrets. I was hated. I was worse than an enemy; I was a traitor. His hand gripped my chin forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Now tell me Grace, are you a part of a conspiracy? A plot to overthrow the kingdom?”

Instead of using the elevator, she took the stairs to minimize noise. Just as she was about to open the exit door, the light flickered on. Grace turned slowly in shock, her eyes locking with Victor’s, whose expression was stern. “Where are you going?” he asked coldly. Grace took a deep breath and rubbed her chest with her left hand, trying to calm herself before speaking. “I’m tired of this thing called marriage, so I need to leave for the sake of my sanity,” she said, rubbing her eyes to prevent the tears from falling.

The new anklet glimmered in the low light. As she drifted into an exhausted, sated sleep, cradled in the abyss of his possession, Grace understood. This was no longer an affair. It was her new reality. She had traded a gilded cage for a different one, infinitely more luxurious, unimaginably more restrictive, and saturated with a darkness she now craved more than air. She was Enzo Valenti’s kept woman. Anointed. Owned. And finally, utterly, home. ———— Chloe shut the diary and just stared at it for a long, stunned second.

“Where?” “West Chester, Pennsylvania.” ***Unknown POV**** My love, June, had come to tell me Grace was awake and wanted to meet me after she’d explained everything to her. I made sure to bring the handcuff key. I allowed her to open and walk through the door first, I followed a couple steps behind her, walking slowly so as not to scare Grace. We got into the room and I laid my eyes on her, she looked like June in the face, but her hair and eyes?

Outside, the city of Chicago, oblivious to the lines we’d just crossed, the trust we’d just broken. There would be no going back from this. For either of us. Grace’s POV The moment the door clicked shut behind me, my legs gave out. I slid to the floor, back against the cold wood, and covered my mouth to muffle the sob that tore from my throat. What had I done? My body still hummed with the aftershocks of pleasure, my skin sensitive where Hunter had touched me, kissed me. I could still feel his hands, his mouth, still taste him on my lips.

Her expression softens slightly, but there’s still that underlying steel in her gaze. "I know, Love. Amongst all the things I've learned about you I know that you are a good person, otherwise, I would have never let you stay with my family, and I would have never hidden the things I found out about you from Christian... I would have never opened my arms to you if I saw you as a threat. Your actions spoke louder than your lie, you did what no one could with Sebastian, his blindness was the least of his problems and you were the only one who found a way out." I listen to her words and hang onto them as if they were a lifeline. Everything she was saying sounded too good to be true, this was not

Marcellus said, his voice less strong than it used to be, “We celebrate what is right. My son has finally done the family proud.” “It was time,” Theo said in a flat tone. He took a bite of bread like a soldier fulfilling rations. I turned my smile to him, full and bright. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I said. “Everything is finally in its place.” He met my eyes for a single breath, and I tried to read him the way I’d read a man across a betting table. He was a locked box with no seams. “It was necessary,” he answered. Grace hovered near Storme as a shadow. That woman’s presence was always a quiet counterpoint; she moved like a woman who keeps fires lit in secret places.