The Discipline Of Grace Novels & Stories

"PRESENT DAY Grace had a simple philosophy when it came to sex: get in, get off, get out. Like an Irish goodbye. She would be the one to leave first before her partner and by the time they would wake up Grace was probably already showering in her apartment. In her lifetime, Grace had seen too many friends spiral into emotional chaos over people they barely knew from a single night of sex and orgasms. She refused to be one of them. Sex was a physical need like hunger or thirst, and she treated it with the same practical approach she applied to everything else in her life.

After observing for a moment, Selena spoke quietly, "Mr. Yates has trained in the Inner Arts for many years, at least a decade or more. His skill with inner energy is formidable, yet lately, he has begun practicing the External Arts." Sebastian looked surprised. "How can you tell?" He had heard of Samuel before. Though he wielded a broadsword, his true strength came from his mastery of the Inner Arts. Someone who had spent over a decade mastering the Inner Arts wouldn't change their method halfway. If done well, it strengthened both body and technique. If done poorly, progress in one area would come at the expense of another. If the new skills weren't mastered, the old ones would weaken—a su

“Grace went to the salon, was cleverly lured into illegal gambling, got saddled with debt, and sold her body to repay that debt. If all of that came to light, she wouldn’t be able to live normally anymore.” Lucas nodded too. “And if the person who lured her in is reigning over Salon de Orchid as its ‘queen,’ then even if it’s twisted, it makes sense that Grace would develop something close to worship.” Worship. When Lucas put it that way, I understood. When I read Grace’s diary, the way she spoke about Sophie and treated her had been almost worshipful. Normally, someone would feel the same contempt Lucas was showing right now. “Well, what do we do?”

"You can't engineer the way I feel about her, Vera. You can't program the way I'd die for my daughter. That’s not a frequency. That’s a man." "A man is just a biological machine that produces sound," Vera said coldly. "And Grace is the masterpiece. She is the first Panni-born to possess the Lu-Sheng fire without the Lu-Sheng instability. She is the Architect made flesh." Grace turned her head toward her mother. The sapphire blue in her eyes pulsed in time with the 'Signet' on her palm. "Mama, Grandmother says I don't have to be quiet anymore," Grace said. Her voice was flat, devoid of the childlike wonder that had been there only hours ago. "She says the world is a choir that has forgotten t

He looked toward the dark window. Outside, beyond the cliffs, the ocean stretched endlessly beneath the moon. "You're protecting her," Damien said. His father frowned. "No." "You are.“I am protecting you.” Damien laughed. "You've never cared about protecting me." His father's expression hardened. " Don't confuse discipline with indifference." "You told me to destroy Zeke." "And?" "You told me to expose his weaknesses." "Yes." "You taught me that power belongs to whoever is willing to use it." His father stared at him.

That was when my grandmother stepped in—ending the discussion before it become a debate. Patricia Ashbourne, my grandmother, had ruled this pack long before I did. Even after stepping down, her word remained absolute. She told me that the pack demanded stability, not love. Her role was to quiet unrest, secure power, and end all talk. I objected once. Yet, she reminded me that Alpha authority was not about personal preference. It was about power and dominance. Elena Frost was her chosen candidate.

The way he'd press against her from behind while reaching for books on high shelves, letting her feel exactly what she did to him. "This is spiritual mentorship," he'd said, his breath hot on her neck. "God wants us to be close. To share everything." And Grace...twenty-four years old, raised to respect authority, taught that men of God were beyond reproach—had believed him. Until the night he bent her over his desk and showed her exactly what kind of man he really was. Now, three months later, Grace stood outside his study at 6 AM on a Sunday morning, her hands trembling as she knocked on the door.

“It’s annoying. I came here to have fun and possibly find a mate. Not to compete with the literal Aphrodite of this generation wrapped in a boy’s uniform.” I nearly choked. “I—I’m not trying to compete with anyone—” Grace narrowed her eyes slightly. “Oh, relax. I’m not accusing you of anything…yet.” “Yet?” She smirked. “Look, you’re obviously not into me or you would have jumped into the sea instead of standing here, which is fine. I’m not into you either since I am into tall and handsome Alphas. No offense. I just don’t want you trying anything funny, got it?”

This was a matter of dignity related to a man, and this man was her man. "I'm not talking nonsense. You've also said it. You've been married for such a long time, but why are you still so innocent? Is it normal?" Grace analyzed to her, "This precipice is abnormal! Also, when you said that, you didn't feel it. It's not because you're a rookie, but because he may not have any reaction at all. In terms of variety, I think your man may..." Grace didn't say the rest of the words. She was afraid to say those rebellious words.

"Where exactly do your intentions lie? Speak plainly about Victoria and the future of the pack." The weight of her words pinned me. My mind scrambled for clarity amidst the chaos of my wolf’s behavior. That scent was pulling at me, making it difficult to focus. "Pups are sacred to pack law," I said carefully, unwilling to commit further, my focus torn. A sharp gasp drew my attention to the doorway. Grace stood there, her violet eyes wide, her face pale. Her hand gripped the doorframe for support, her other hand… held her abdomen. In a heartbeat, she turned and fled.