This Vicious Grace Novels & Stories

The mention of my code name sent my heart racing, my breath catching in my throat. Grace's expression softened, almost maternal. "I am honored you chose to follow in my footsteps. But you must understand something. As much as we help others, as much as we punish those who deserve it, we also feed the darkness in ourselves. And if we do not have a source of light, a strong one, to keep us balanced…" She trailed off, her gaze distant, as though she were staring at her own ghosts. "We may lose ourselves. Excuse me," she said, brushing past me and leaving me alone with my thoughts.

“A pretty little thing that caught his attention and refused to let go.” Lucian’s hands clenched at his sides. “You don’t know anything about us.” Grace laughed again, sharper this time. “I know exactly what you are.” Lucian tilted his head, "really?" “You’re a whore.” The word resonated between them Vulwin stiffened immediately. “Grace—” “Don’t,” she snapped without looking at him. “Don’t you dare defend him.” Her gaze never left Lucian. “You think I haven’t seen it before?” she continued, her voice trembling now, but not softening. “Men like you who seduce others for control?.”

Gently rubbing her pussy. Grace started to make soft mourns. she was going to take advantage of the attention she was getting from her husband. Benjamin was fighting off the lust as must as he could. Grace was so beautiful. shaped in the right places any man who had her in his bed would be Lucky. Unable to fight the mourns anymore. His lips connected to her pussy sucking slowly as he put 1 finger in her then two.

Liam volunteered as he crept closer. “I have mastered few excellent techniques in torture over the years and I have few in the basket to experiment. Grace here would make an excellent subject don’t you think,” he asked picking her by her hair, pure malice laced his voice and I couldn’t disagree. “You are most welcome to try anything on her if she suffers. She killed her own flesh and blood,” I reply and turn away. I did not want to see the face of a woman I once trusted again. “My mate will know and he will have his revenge,” Grace spat again.

Grace scrambled to her feet, looking at her Victor with a pained expression, tearfully asking, "Victor, just a few minutes ago, you were fighting with Truman for me. Are you going to abandon me after only a few minutes?" Grace wiped away her tears forcefully, then gave a bitter laugh. "So, after finding your own sister, you don't want me anymore?" Victor openly admitted it, "That's right, I don't want you anymore. So what? I recorded everything you said and did just now on my phone. We raised a wolf, and we got bitten by it. Are we supposed to be grateful to the wolf?" Grace: "…" "Victor…"

“Everything you thought no one would notice. I noticed.” Victor’s hand hovered—then stilled. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said. Grace smiled, cold and calm. “I already did.” Silence slammed into the room. Jordan’s breath caught. Victor leaned forward slowly. “You think you’ve won?” “No,” Grace said. “I think you’ve lost your leverage.” Victor looked at Jordan. “She’s dangerous.” Jordan stood, pride and awe mixing painfully in his chest. “You taught me to recognize monsters.”

Grace pretended to be innocent. "I didn't do anything! I'm just a little tipsy and lost my balance, that's all. I wouldn't dream of bumping into such a distinguished gentleman like Mr. Danbury. Surely, you wouldn't hold such a minor incident against me? That would be rather petty, wouldn't you agree?" Vivianne bristled. "Don't play coy, Grace! Everyone saw it! That's a deliberate bump and then a flimsy excuse about being drunk. You're just itching for a fight!"

he said and I watched how his finger pulled the trigger only for him to miss. "Jesus Christ!" I heard someone called from behind only to turn and see Grace standing in front of my bedroom. "Grace! Get the hell out of here!" I screamed "Well, well, well… Grace Daniels, I'm very sure you'll like to die with your lover. I'm so sorry I had to finish Vincent before you could say a proper goodbye. But don't worry, You can say your goodbye to Davis. I'll give you few seconds" I watched how Grace's eyes moved from me to the ground, as she saw Vincent on the ground, she screamed. I hugged her the minute I saw her about to rush to where Vincent laid

Even years later, her heart continued to grieve for her older brother. Her heart was breaking. She was well aware of how much her Betas despised her for being so bitchy. Melissa had the audacity to scream at her. Grace hadn't always been like this. She used to be a bright, cheery young lady. She was merely attempting to safeguard herself. She also didn't want anyone to see her broken, sorrowful heart. Her father hated her for Vance's death, and she understood that this betrothal he suggested to the council was really a ruse to get rid of her, even if he didn't say it out loud. She was a black sheep, to be precise.

He wa suspect that he didn’t get to kill Azrael. Grace hadn’t recognised him or any one of them. It was like she had lost her senses. She was numb. Immune to any emotion. She would sometimes woke up screaming and clawing at her bandages. But today, Mavwrick was adamant to bring her back. He had a Ace up his sleeves. He wa awaiting for that Ace to come. He eyes his watch. It wa a already half an hour late, but he could wait.