The Grace Year Book 2 Novels & Stories

Fortunately, around that time, the waitress came and took our orders. “Well…” she said after a few moments of dead air. I sipped my beer. “Where do you want me to start?” “Start with the baseball mom, what’s her name?” “Grace.” “Grace. How old is Grace? “Forty or forty-one, maybe forty-two. She told me she got married at nineteen, and she has a twenty-one-year-old daughter. I’m just not sure of the time frame.” “And her son is…” “He’ll be sixteen next month.”

The girl really stood her ground and owned it! “What’s your name again?” she asked in a chirpy voice. “Egor Ranka!” He replied in a rough voice, maintaining eye contact! “Okay, Egor. You may not know this but the Entrance Exam is a sacramental ordinance that has been performed for over the past 500 years ever since this school was built. Every year, lucky students from all around the world come here; and all of them go through the testing. And yes, it is painful. If you think this is the worst, wait until you experience the next rounds! The pain will be excruciating, you will want to cry but there won't be tears to cry, you will feel like your body is set ablaze and your blood is boiling ins

Maybe she wasn't just lucky. She's not ready for another heartache, Ernest definitely has to stay off her mind because she's got to face her life squarely. "Pretty damsel, done working?" "Not yet, but soon" Grace was packing up some of the files she has worked on. "Care for some?" He stretched forth the cake wrapped in foil "No. I pass" deep within her, she knew Ernest wasn't going to take this lightly because it wasn't the first time she had rejected something from him.

By losing herself in the beauty of nature, she used to forget all the problems of her life. Grace was 28 years old and the most beautiful girl in the small town. She had all the qualities which anyone would need in their wife but she always used to say a big NO to all the marriage proposals. Her parents were concerned about her because they were concerned about her as Grace was stressing too much to fulfill all the responsibilities of the family.

Miss Gracie turned to me, her small lips painted in deep red lip gloss curved into a small smile. Miss Gracie was a middle aged woman who worked in the Library with her husband and they took turns everyday being in charge of the large Library. “You want to read a book?” Her hands, now free, were behind her back. “No, I have a meeting with a friend.” “A friend? Your boyfriend?” She brushed her hands unconsciously on her skirt. “Friend.” “Okay,” she replied as she took another book from the table next to her, to the shelf. A few minutes later, Charles stepped in, gasping in large air as his sharp gaze was steady on me.

And I did. From catering the weekly women’s circles, to hosting community brunches, I had started to believe that maybe my future lived in a kitchen, not behind someone else's shadow. --- Now, the Grace Project was celebrating its one-year anniversary, a beautiful evening gala held in their open garden space, surrounded by soft lights, music, and the women who had become sisters to me. Everyone wore white. The theme was rebirth. Dante gave a speech that made many of us tear up, especially when he spoke about Grace, his daughter, the gentle storm that had inspired it all. Her portrait stood beside him, her smile radiant and eternal.

"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

Elena looked at Grace. Grace was reading the situation from their faces. Her eyes sharp again. The naked quality retreating. Not gone. Just moving aside to make room for the other version of her. The one that had been watching things for thirty years. "He knows," Grace said. "What does he know," Elena pressed.

The next morning, Nicole woke up early and hurriedly finished the present she had for Grace as a thank you gift for being with her and cheering her on, by six am, she was done, she quickly ran back to the room where Grace was just waking up, she couldn't believe just how close she and Grace have become, when just a few short of a year ago, they were just passing stranger, she hoped in the new year which is just a month away, they will be closer, she won't be able to bear it if she loses Grace as a friend.

Grace's relationship with Mr.Charmond is getting colder, now it's just morning turning to night without stories. Twenty years old is no longer finished with bad ideas to kill a man named Mr. Emeron. she still doesn't understand how the world turned out to be so vast, there is even a demand for modern women to be sharp-minded. Grace sat with Callin at the summer cottage, there was no conversation that she had hidden from her bench mates regarding Mr.Charmond's decision to withdraw from the CEO chair, as well as the expensive gifts given on her birthday one week ago. Callin heard Grace's story while embroidering.