The Grace Year Book 2 Novels & Stories

I put the watch back where I found it, there is no point in speculating. I open the fourth drawer and find women’s items in it. At first I think they must be Sabrina’s, maybe they lived together for a while, but when I look closer I realize they are Grace’s. There’s a golden pendant with a G engraved on it, a pink nail polish, a red lipstick, a sweater, and some documents inside a folder. I grab the folder and I open it. It contains some of the motivational speeches Grace used to give as the face of the Ministry of Females. She was a very talented speaker. I start to read the speeches, I recall some of them because I saw videos of them in First School. She was so perfect in every way. Maybe

Hello everyone, I hope you are enjoying Grace and Eli's journey so far. There is a lot more in store for them still to come! My new book, For the Love of a Guardian, went live today. This book will tell Clint and Lily's story. It starts as a prequel when they are 17/18 years old, but will go through the time frame of the first two books (Broken Warrior and Guardian Angel).

They both giggle, but Grace tries to push away faster than usual. She swats at her brother’s arm, “I told you last time, you’re getting too strong.” She jokes, her smile making me lose myself in her all over again. Over the past few years, she’s been happy. More than, but lately she’s been acting different. Her book took off without a hitch and with everyone in the know, and understanding more about her and Cora, things have become pretty easy going. No more attempts on her life, or kidnappings. And with the amount of families she made whole again, I don’t even think the book was necessary, she’s one of the most beloved Luna’s of all time.

“Yes dear. Already on it” Grace really is a supreme woman. A former luna but a physician too. She runs the pack hospital. She doesn’t need to work or have an occupation since dad had done so well for himself but she loves doing it. Ok, I need to focus on… well, nothing i guess since Zak gave me the afternoon. “Kalen, let’s stretch our legs”. I could feel him eagerly stretching, ready to burn some energy. For some reason I have so much nervous energy right now which is making me uncomfortable.

He brought up their previous conversation. 'I hope that’s not true, Evan. Please, don’t give me false hope.' Grace glanced at her phone, which lay on the carpet near the plastic bags of snacks. She sighed in disappointment at not receiving any texts, even though her phone was on. "Well, that's alright. Let's just enjoy the upcoming new year; it's only four minutes away," she said to herself as she looked at the clock on her phone. “Right. I’m still here, though. I’m not going to leave you,” Anthony said, trying to keep a smile on Grace’s face with his comforting words. [ABY]

He could only pick up a pen and paper, struggling to write—I’m sorry. The handwriting was crooked and shaky. As I held the note, I realized my cheeks were damp. The note trembled slightly in my grasp, carrying the final, feeble weight of his regret. I wiped my tears, not out of sorrow for our lost love, but for the sheer tragedy of two people who had destroyed each other. I placed the note gently on the bedside table, leaving his apology behind in this cold, white room. I didn’t think Nikolai needed to say sorry to me. May we never meet again in the next life.

“We should all vacation here sometime. Big slumber party.” Grace smirked and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Kayla said I should thank you, Nicholas. For being the one to set this place up.” Nicholas glanced up from his glass. “She did, did she?” he asked, briefly looking at me. I wasn’t sure why, but something in that look made my face flush just a little. I quickly hid it in my wine. Grace nodded. “Really, thank you. I feel better already. All those years in that cell…” She shuddered, her voice trailing off. When I glanced at her, I could just barely make out the shining mist of tears coating her eyes, threatening to fall.

we join?" "Please," Grace asked with a withering sigh. I glanced at Eason, but he hadn't looked up. His hand moved quickly, easily with smooth gliding strokes. It was impressive and told me more about what he'd been doing in Selene while he was there. I glanced at Esme, who looked pleased, proud, and a little amused. The atmosphere in the room shifted as George and I took our seats at the table, joining the impromptu council of war. Grace's tired eyes held a mix of relief and concern as she filled me in on the events that had transpired in my absence. "What's the game plan?" I asked. "And... what are you reading?" "I realized that she doesn't have a functioning understanding of law, so this

I could see dread on her face even though she tried to step on it. “We are yet to find out. Where is Grace?” “Right here…” Speak of the devil and she appears. Grace stepped onto the corridor with a waltz in her steps and a giant old book that had to weigh at least 50 pounds from how huge it looked! “I hope you have answers,” I said with my brows furrowed. I hated to spend another minute not knowing what the hell had happened to my mate. I resented the idea of her mind torturing her, making her believe that she was some abnormal freak when she had waited her whole life to meet her wolf.

*Celebrating ten years of the Aria Winters Foundation: A Decade of Survival, Strength, and Building. Ten years. I picked up the invitation. Read it again. One decade. And Grace already asking to be part of the next one.