This Vicious Grace Novels & Stories

Grace hesitated , she didn't take a good look at the pictures before but now that Jacob was asking her to get a good look her expression wasn't that of comfort , however she knew that this was important so she steeled herself and took hold of the photographs , watching them intently , her eyes flickered over the room that was dark and dingy " its the same one , however I don't think that I can tell you where it is , or who is his sponsor because he seemed to have a quite a good number of sponsors " " wait - you mean to say that this - everything is just a sort of sick bdsm club of the rich ?" Asked Lewis finally grasping the horror of the entire situation in those two sentences . Grace nodde

"If the High Vampyr is unable to rule, the vampire world will fall to chaos. Wars will follow... Sean will use the chaos to his advantage. He's arrogant, but he is cunning and old." A wave of nausea washed over me. Astarte's words painted a horrifying picture. The truth was far too much to swallow, yet something in Astarte's eyes, a flicker of desperation laced with a strange vulnerability, made it feel all the more real. The clock at the back of my mind ticked on. Hesitantly, Grace met her gaze. "How can I be sure you mean it? Why would you help me after all this?" Astarte's lips twisted into a humorless smile.

The man said with disgust to the alright heartbroken Grace. “Please… please no” she began to plead as the man pushed her on the floor still showing her his gun. Quickly, he raised her gown up spreading the crying Grace leg wide open as he force himself into her. Grace wasn’t a virgin but this was not what she wanted as the man was too rough with her, she try all best not to scream but the pain was much, the pain of Cynthia betrayal added to it so she began to scream in pain.

“It’s going. Victor is smart, but no one is untraceable. I’ll find something.” “How do you know so much about people like him?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Grace smirked, her fingers never stopping. “Let’s just say I’ve had my share of run-ins with men like Victor. They all think they’re untouchable until someone proves them wrong.” Roland shot her a look. “You’re not planning to do anything reckless, are you?” She shrugged. “Define reckless.” “Grace,” Roland said, his tone firm. “Relax,” she said, finally pausing to look at him. “I’m not stupid. I know what I’m doing.”

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”

Didn’t care for it. There was no version of her explanation that could rewrite what had already been done. She flinched, but I didn’t stop. I grabbed her, shoving her back against her chair. My back hand landed on her face with a satisfying crack before I grabbed her neck, my hand curling around her throat. My claws pressed lightly against her skin, just enough to break it, just enough for her to feel the sting. Her breath hitched. “Grace is in this situation because of you,” I spat, my voice low, dangerous.

he replied through gritted teeth. "So she’s practically innocent?" Dave raised a brow, making Andreas look at him. "She’s not innocent. Her criminal father has done enough. And he left his daughter behind to pay for all of his evil deeds," the woman roared with hatred, once again answering for him. Andreas, on the other hand, remained silent as he averted his eyes and looked at his glass. *** The moon was bright in the clear sky, making the night even more beautiful. The road was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the cold, gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. There were only a few passersby, as it was already past midnight.

Understood" she replied with broken voice while tears soaked her cheeks. He lightly wiped her tears with his hand. He then touched her face and moved it toward himself. She closed her eyes as she didn't wanted to see him. "Open your eyes" he told her in a light voice. His words before roaming in her mind, she opened her eyes lightly with pain. "You're flawless, so pretty to be told" he looked at her lips and noticed a little scar which he gave her last time and fresh one on her lower lip. She was so close that she finally noticed his ocean blue deep eyes. It seemed like he was hiding something behind those dark, deep eyes. He leaned closer and touched her lips softly. She took a deep breath.

Jayce threw himself to the ground, trying to crush my baby's blue-black wolf under his weight. Mid-roll though, he flew across the dirt as my baby kicked him off with his hind legs. Jayce quickly got up as Cyrus started to roll onto his feet, slightly winded. I watched as the gray creature quickly closed the distance and bit into Cyrus' right hind leg. Hard. I saw his pale blue eyes widen in pain before he kicked Jayce in the face with his left hind leg, causing him to release his right and stumble back, shaking his head. The familiar metallic scent of blood drifted into the air as Cyrus whipped around. Head-butting Jayce, he ducked his head slightly and clamped onto his throat, still being

In that tender embrace, as she held Amelia close, Mother Grace silently vowed to stand by her side, offering solace and support in whatever way she could. Mother Grace held Amelia even tighter, offering her a sense of security and reassurance. As Amelia poured out her heart, confessing the truth of the situation, Mother Grace listened intently, her heart aching for the young woman who had been unjustly targeted by the malicious schemes of others. "I know, my dear. Their intentions were never noble," Mother Grace spoke with a mixture of empathy and conviction. She had witnessed the manipulative nature of Jessica and her followers, and her dislike for them was well-founded. Her years of experi