The Grace Year Book 2 Novels & Stories

Second arc after ninth letter should be about total freedom to epilogue, sister revealed except Nathaniel's father. Sister revealed: Grace Harper, 21, Margaret's daughter she gave up before marrying Edward, top of her class, now living part-time at Margaret's, now officially — Edward said, late, in William's study, after Lillian whispered I think I'm pregnant — "You are my daughter too." Edward Harper, good wine, who took Grace. Total freedom: Lillian sits with invitation — federal, presidential stamp, National Rural Health Association, Keynote Invitation, Oct 15, 2026 — and writes back, not corporate response draft Victoria Sloan usually drafts, but her own:

" I did not turn back. I stepped out of the detention center. Outside, the sun was shining just right. I raised my hand to block it, like I was blocking out all those dark, damp memories. I left her and the past behind for good. … I bought a bunch of old books and newspapers. High school textbooks, math, physics, chemistry workbooks, and some really worn-out college textbooks. I knew my chance was coming. The SAT was waiting for me. In my previous life, I was lost. I was busy with Shirley's career and working hard for our home.

"The company's no place for someone from the fight pits." Her words tickled a laugh out of me, and I could not help but snort softly. "Now that's a funny thought. Has the company become your precious little piano?" Alice moved closer, her sneer mirroring Edward's. "I'm looking out for you, Sis. The company's a maze, and if you don't play by the rules, you'll get burned." "What rules?" "Our rules." Victoria scoffed, "Alice has been with the company for two years, while you're clueless. You'd just embarrass us."

“Because that’s what makes him dangerous. Ethan didn’t even know your middle name until month three. Damien? He’s in your bloodstream already.” Grace’s stomach twisted. She wanted to argue, but deep down, she knew Lila was right. And that terrified her more than anything Damien had ever done. The notebook sat on Grace’s coffee table like a live wire. Even after Lila left that night, the thing radiated quiet power, daring her to open it again. She resisted. She shoved it into a drawer, buried it under bills, but when she tried to sleep, her mind kept circling back. For the thoughts you never say out loud.

And heeding his words, my eyes reluctantly ripped away from his half-dressed picture to look at the statement that was written beside it. Famed Actor, Alaric Clemente, voted No. 1 Hottest celebrity five years in a row. "Five years in a row?" I echoed the words on the paper as if hearing it would make me understand clearer. "I know, right? You would think that after five years, women's taste in men could change, but no. This man's gone and won all their hearts and now the rest of us are left with these unimaginable expectations," He scoffed, jealous.

Her voice came young and ladylike. Grace was a young 25 year old whom Grey hired right out of high school. He saw something in her and he was right to gamble.. - Hey Grace, how you doing!?" He spoke with a sigh. - Am good now! I thought you were Dead!" He heard the sounds of car horns and people in the background she was driving somewhere. - Yeah.. I needed some alone time!" - Five years worth of it! You couldn't come back at a better time. I just met with a gift shop owner who sold me an antique weapon. From what I read in the library about it... Seven figures."

Don't worry. I have one planned for you too. Every year, Grace's birthday celebrations grew more extravagant. Designer dresses, imported cakes, endless gifts. While Mistake wasn’t allowed to appear in public since Sarah broke her leg. She lived in the basement, forgotten. Whenever Tom asked about her, Sarah would sneer, "Don't mention that worthless mistake. She makes me sick." Ten years later, Grace got her Harvard acceptance letter. Sarah had donated $10 million to ensure her place - money that even made Tom wince.

He can tell that she is not afraid and it was shocking for him because old Grace was little scared bunny. "We will keep this attitude aside and i am sure you can be a sincere girl... You know i can hurt you, right?... Play smart!" He smirked when she gulped. "Fine!" She clenched her jaw. "How old are you Grace?" He asked. "27 or 28 i don't know?" She replied. Alex frowned. "Why you don't know your own age?" "Because i don't remember..." She replied. "I lost my memory one year ago and that's why i said that you can't get any insights from me..."

The smile fell from my face as I locked eyes with the man stood in front of my bed, leering down at me with a disgusting flare of lust in his eyes. "D-dad!" I stammered, dropping the book to the floor and scrambling up the bed to hide myself under the covers. He bent down to retrieve the book, licking his lips as his eyes glossed over the page I had been so enamoured with seconds earlier. "Now, now" he murmured, looking back up at my trembling body, "don't play shy now. No good, innocent girl would be looking at a book like this. What were you planning on doing, Grace, if I hadn't walked in?" his eyes raked my body through the covers with undisguised desire. "I hadn't realised you were that

Not a creation. Just Grace.