This Vicious Grace Novels & Stories

Grace who had herself plastered to the door appalled by his barbaric acts jumped after hearing her name. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "H-He knows me-" she whispered in disbelief when Xavier shouted again making her flinch badly. "GRACE!! COME OUT OR IT WON'T END WELL WITH YOU TOO!!" His demonic roar sapped her energy. Grace could the pure rage and frustration in his voice. She palmed her mouth and shriveled into the seat. The driver had already fled leaving her behind. He knew that Grace would also run away just like others but Xavier’s fear had bound her limbs. She so badly wanted to escape this destructive reality but now he was here and the worst part was that he knew her. And

“Because he fights like you?” “No.” Vivienne leaned back, crossing one elegant leg over the other. Her eyes narrowed, reflecting the lamplight like a predator’s. “Because he believes he is in love with that surrogate girl he turned into a wife, into family, into some noble vision of protecting a child. People who believe are harder to break than mercenaries. They fight without calculation, they bleed without hesitation.” “And Grace?” Catherine pressed, her tone carefully neutral. Vivienne’s smile thinned. “Grace believes too. That’s what makes her dangerous and exploitable. Belief blinds you to the angles of the board. Grace will walk straight into the fire if she hears her child’s cry.”

Dangerously. "Look at me," Kevin whispered on her lips. Emma's body tensed. She made a failed attempt to scoot back once she felt his alcoholic breaths hitting her lips and stroking her cold skin. Her eyes refuse to make any sort of contact with him. Kevin observed her face for a few seconds and clenched his jaws still trying his best to keep his calm. Because he knew she wouldn't be able to face his wrath. His actual wrath. He's raging. And she was the cause of his turmoil. The images from that night got leaked somehow and they brought him nothing but sheer disgrace. Even though his lawyers got everything removed from the media and shut down the case before it could reach more people, Kevin

Grace gestured vaguely toward the witness, her voice dripping with vile sincerity. Isabella stared at Grace, paralyzed by the sheer scale of the woman's duplicity. She just found out that Grace was evil, but she hadn’t realized the woman was capable of weaving a web so tight it left no room for escape. "She’s lying. They are all lying!" Isabella’s voice cracked. She took a desperate step toward Killian, seizing his hand. The contact was electric—a familiar spark ignited between them, and for a fleeting second, the hardness in Killian’s eyes wavered.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

Charlie being a vampire changes our history and her feelings towards me are all a painful past she can look back and smile with no regrets while I was mortal even if I was a supernatural. Death was the natural order of living things and I would face it shortly especially if Rogue brings the prophesy about the war to fulfillment. Grace started to stir in her sleep before her eyes fluttered open slowly. She looked at the ceiling with so much unfamiliarity before her eyes found mine. We remained frozen in our positions before a faint smile panted on her face before dropping. “Eli… jah.” Grace said weakly as she tried to sit up. “Don’t get up.” I said as she fell down on the bed with a soft plop

Xander matched his stride with mine, his massive black and white wolf just slightly smaller than my own. I focused my attention back onto Grace, watching how Darius shivered under her touch. Her nails shifted into claws, digging their way into the throat muscle. Darius' mouth opened but no sound eminated as blood leaked out of his wounds. "You will never harm my kind again," Grace whispered lowly before ripping his throat out completely.

Grandma Grace slowly stood up out of her chair to glare at Zach. Zach resumed his same old cold and aloof manner. He could not show weakness. “Five years ago, she was hit by a black van. I have spent the last five years trying to find out who did it. And all the evidence points to this family. And since you are the head of the family, all the blame lies on your head. And in any case you know why you have the most cause to murder her. After all, you stole her inheritance.” That bombshell got the old lady to sit down in shock and stare at Zach.

They were all here, right in this room. What did Vermont do to them? Rape? Whipping? To death or the brink of death? What did they do to deserve such? What have we done to suffer at his zeal!? My heart burned. It burned with spite and vengeance. He deserved to die. That's the only way to save myself and even a thousand generations. At this point, I didn't care about burning in hell. I would kill Vermont Cardoniss MYSELF! ~ “I'm afraid I can't, Grace.” Aunt Cherry said. “Sir Vermont didn't give any order to let you out.”

Kelly whines even more, unknowing to her, the more words she vomits out her mouth, the darker the faces of the men watching from the dark. “I am old but as a young lady, you should be more reserved and speak nicely to everyone and not only the elderly. How on earth did a caring and nice person as madam get entangled with a walking curse as you?” Madam Grace dared not hold back her words. She had been with the Don for the longest time and it was safe to know she was not someone to mess around with.