Story Of Lady Jane Grey Novels & Stories

“She was just a baby. She bears no guilt. And if you ever breathe a word of this, I have ten thousand ways to make sure you never speak again.” My breathing grew laborious before he finally released his grip. “Guards. Escort Lady Leanora to the Convent of St. Mary. She wishes to spend a month in prayer for her sister’s happiness. See her there.” The citizens along the road were not fools. They immediately began whispering and speculating about what had happened.

Perhaps, the news of my unladylike remarks on the old rags, gown rather, of that widow from yesterday was all over the headlines now, she thought. By then, her maid, Eloisa, appeared on the doorstep to take charge of her mistress. “My apology for being informed late. You may leave Lady Francesca on my care now,” the young lady’s maid said apologizing. She had run an errand this morning and got delayed on her way back home due to the throng of people outside. No one could possibly beat London on gossips intrigue since the stones of St. James’s Palace was piled up from mud into a castle.

Once again, when Grey touched her arm, Keyara widened her eyes in astonishment. Grey couldn't control himself. How could he when there was someone whose facial expression resembled Keyara's when she blushed? Although Grey tried to convince himself that the woman was different and not his deceased wife, his heart rebelled and seemed trapped in the illusion that she was his Keyara. The girl, wearing glasses, with long brown hair and a different scent, was not Keyara. Still, Grey couldn't deceive himself that his heart was pounding uneasily, and his eyes couldn't look away from her figure.

Jealousy was an ugly look on her. She snorted. "She’s pretty tactful though. She had left the Grays on her own accord a few years ago. From that time on, the Grays never mentioned her again. She had never resurfaced, as if she was dead, yet now she’s suddenly returned! I saw it all!” Ada recalled the scene she had witnessed not long ago at the Gray Manor’s entrance as well as the scene at the convenience store entrance, where Madeline and Shirley had confronted each other.

This wasn't a movie where a miracle would happen, and I would get magically pregnant. This made no sense at all, but when I thought about it, I was truly having real pregnancy symptoms. I did not think about it too much because I couldn't get pregnant, but now… “Lady Tonia.” I looked back sharply and saw Grey, standing by the emergency door of the kitchen. “Grey? How did you get inside here? What are you even doing here by…this time?” “King Jayden was supposed to pay a price which was giving you to me, but he seems to have forgotten, so I have come to take you myself.”

"I was eight when she came back. It felt like meeting a stranger. She claimed she'd given the baby up for adoption, and my father... he took her back like nothing had happened. He's a good man, and it makes him vulnerable." Damien's voice dropped to a whisper. "A week later, Philip Payne and his family were found shot dead in their Georgia apartment." I gasped. "Did she...?" I couldn't finish the question. "I don't know," Damien admitted, his unseeing eyes focused on some distant point. I'd always known Mrs. Grey was manipulative, but murder? Surely there had to be another explanation. "Is Danish Rob...?" I began, piecing it together. "Yes," Damien confirmed. "He's that child."

"From the way you're talking to me at our first meeting, you don't seem to have good manners." George and Ryan were terrified. What was happening? Why were they clashing already when they had just met each other? George could see Dominic and Victoria watching intently, ready to intervene at the slightest provocation. "It's true that we haven't met, but I've heard much about you! Though others call me Lady Grey, I have a name. Does the name Pearly Grey ring any bells?" Felix now understood. So this was the woman who had an incident with Michelle's boyfriend, Ryland. The Meadowspring incident and the Saphira family matter had all happened because of her.

Super keen for Padgett’s favour, including dressing in long grey robes like nuns for some reason they pepper me with questions. “What did you do, did you see something else? Was it about the war? Do you know what Jane saw last night!” “Leave me alone,” I snap, my heavy boots stomping down the narrow paths between the wheat fields back to the dormitories. “We care about you, you know!” Jane squawked. Long blonde hair, tied into four lank plaits with grey ribbons, her pale green eyes had been my nemesis for months. “You’re meant to care for us!”

As soon as Gwen crossed the threshold into the room, her steps slowed down when she caught sight of who was already seated at the breakfast table. Lady Jane Farrington, a woman of noble lineage and considerable influence. As the daughter of a marquess and the niece of Alexander's uncle, she was fitting as the candidate for the king's lady in waiting. Against herself, Gwen was uneasy at the simple presence. It shouldn't threaten her, but it did, and the air in the room grew heavier, tension weighing on it.