The Grace Year Summary Novels & Stories

Adam inquired. "She is the awardee of the Picarmore University scholarship for this year," the caller explained. "Crazy, so you mean the bursary fund that I give to that school is being spent on a nobody who does not know her place?" Adam exclaimed. "What are the criteria for the scholarship selection again? How did a brat like her manage to get the scholarship? Shouldn’t the offer be for those with great characters and intentions to contribute to their community alone?" "She is a bright student, sir. She got an all-round A in school, and she has always conducted herself in a great manner, despite being constantly bullied since her resumption. She has always managed to not let it get the bes

Liam was strumming a guitar, playing something quiet and folk-like. And Grace. Grace was nineteen. She was the youngest, the surprise, the miracle born after the war was supposedly over. She stood up. She was wearing a simple white dress, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She held a glass of sparkling water. "One more toast," Grace said. Her voice was soft, but it carried the same quiet authority that Aria had developed over decades. "We're out of cider," Theo noted sleepily from his chair. "I don't need cider," Grace said. "I just need you to listen."

And right now I am on my way back to home. My family knows that I am coming back, but not the time, it's a surprise for them. The car turns into the familiar alley way which is not at all familiar now. It's all changed and nothing is same. But I can't complain, it's been like 7 years since I came back. Last I came here when I completed my graduation. I always avoided coming back here, courtesy to my grandmother's immense love for me. Note the sarcasm.

“Very big party for a very special birthday girl.” “Where Grace?” “There's Grace,” Killian points to where our daughter has moved on from butterflies to investigate a tower of presents that reaches nearly to the ceiling. “SO MANY PRESENTS!” James announces with the enthusiasm only a three-year-old can generate. “Grace has been very good this year,” Killian says seriously. “She deserves recognition for her achievements.” “What achievements?” Sophia asks. “She's one.” “First words, first steps, first social interactions, first problem-solving demonstrations, first leadership indicators—”

"Marcus Silver doesn't take kindly to unannounced visitors, especially from neighboring packs. His guards turned us away at the border without explanation." Which could mean anything. Grace might have been turned away as well, left to wander deeper into dangerous territory. Or Marcus might have taken her in, keeping her presence secret for reasons of his own. "Keep trying," I ordered. "I need to know what happened to her." Three Years Later Jace's POV I stood at the edge of the training field, watching the latest group of recruits run through combat drills. Three years had passed since Grace's banishment, and the pack had settled into a new normal. A normal that felt wrong in every possible

Present day “Come on Grace, today is mommy’s first day and we can’t be late,” I say and Grace nods as she puts her shoes on. Grace is the happiest little girl to be around. She has just turned eight years old, and she is brilliant. She has good grades and everyone loves her. She is a ray of sunshine. We moved to New York last week. I found a job as PR to the New York Rangers and today is my first day. I have been following the team on social media for a while now and they have so many PR issues I know I am in for a big rollercoaster ride.

Once again, I woke up refreshed and ready for the day. "How do you do it?" Grace wondered. "I've been seeing the Alpha's all my life. Well, I met them up close when I was fifteen and they were seventeen," she leaned her side on the backrest of the couch. "I still can't tell them apart." Apparently, that was everyone's problem. "It's not that hard," I muttered into my cup as I drank my coffee again. "Coming from someone who met them only two weeks ago," Grace scoffed. "Are you making fun of me?"

I was paralyzed with pain that I couldn't move. I just lay there, waiting for death as my mind played back to earlier that evening. "Andrea, do you really have to go? You only just got back," my father said as I searched for my car keys. "Dad, we talked about this already," I rolled my eyes. "She has it deep," my younger sister, Galia chuckled and I sent her a glare. I had just come back from an eight months training. I was the leader of the pack army, hence, it was my responsibility to train new recruits.

Grace said, walking past the chattering girl. Walking towards the parking lot, Grace couldn't focus on Louie, who kept babbling beside her. It had been almost a year and a half since Grace moved to her new workplace and new apartment. Grace's life was now financially stable. She also had a pleasant work environment and could blend in well. From the outside, she might look like an independent woman who was enthusiastically building her career. However, behind the smile she always wore, not a day passed without tears in her heart.

her husband chuckled, holding her tight, “I told you your game was something very special, dear. There was no way this award could go to someone else.” “Four long years of development…” Grace recalled, with a weary sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder “It was so wonderful and at the same time so exhausting… I feel like I could sleep for eternity, starting from today…” “You really deserve a break. And will have. Timothy assured me that he will give you a sabbatical and that it will last as long as you need it.” Simon kissed her temple, “So I can do the same and we can have a fourth honeymoon. Since you liked the Bahamas so much, we might even go back there...”