This Vicious Grace Novels & Stories

Grace's smile quickly disappeared, replaced by an innocent expression that only fueled my wrath. I didn't think. I couldn't think. The pain and the anger were in control now, leaving no room for logic or restraint. I growled gutturally and launched myself at her, pushing through the pain. My hands reached out, my nails catching her skin as I scratched and clawed, desperate to wipe that smug look off her face. "Berrilyl, stop!" Cage's voice was a faraway echo, but I did not care. All I could see was Grace, her perfect mask of innocence that I knew hid nothing but lies and manipulations.

She was waiting for Victor and yet he didn't know if she still remembered him. Johanna turned to her back, lying flat down while moaning. Then, she suddenly screamed and sat up. Connor quickly approached her and reached her face. "Baby," He called softly as she started sobbing. Two daggers or more were stabbed at the same time on his chest. Hannah Grace had a lot of trauma. She was born and made to be a natural killing machine by her parents. He knew how hard she was trained. One time, when they were celebrating Hannah Grace's birthday, Victor got drunk as he told him directly what happened. He cried in Violet's arms and they were the only ones who celebrated Hannah Grace's birthday. The thr

Grace held her head and suddenly shouted, "No, I am not wrong, I am doing everything for her good. I will give her everything, I will give her a rich life ... Am I wrong? Am I wrong?” Victoria looked at her while she talked to herself, and she continued, "Lemoine has already confessed, and you deliberately caused him to kill Valentine, because Valentine had evidence and evidence of you harming my father. So, you bribed Lemoine to kill Valentine, and I know Valentine is your high school classmate, but you actually killed him yourself." "He deserves to die ... He deserves to die; he dared to threaten me ... I, Grace, hate it when others threaten me the most. If he didn't threaten me that day,

she giggles drunkenly, feeling me harden instantly at her touch. Catching her wrists, I pin them against her chest. Grace’s head tips back, her sapphire eyes deep purple with a desire I’ve longed to see there. “God help me you don’t remember this, Grace. I want you more than anything on this earth. But not because you’ve had a few too many. I want you to choose me.” “I choose you,” she whispers before her eyes close and she slumps against the seat, passed out. Mercifully.

Within it shimmered a faint pulse rhythmic, like a heartbeat. The inscription read: PROJECT GENESIS – ACCESS RESTRICTED. Victor knelt, brushing away layers of dust. “Your mother’s signature is here… but look another name.” He hesitated. “Grace Vance.” Adanna froze. That name she’d seen it before, buried deep in corrupted data fragments. Her heart quickened. “Grace Vance,” she whispered. “She was… the one who began all this.” Victor’s eyes met hers. “The woman from the myth the one who vanished after the digital revolution.”

“I apologize, I knew Rehan was a dick but didn’t know he would go such lengths but I promise I would find him and he would pay for what he did to you. Nani might have asked him to leave the house but I am going to hunt him down. He’s so going to pay what he did to you.” I growled in anger and she smiled slightly. It was not the usual love sick smile that she would always give me it was a smile of relief, but it was better than being numb. I traced her cheeks relishing her soft skin on my palm and roamed my hands over her body feeling her curves. Her nail dug into my shoulders when I trailed my finger to her breast to her clit. Her clit was smooth as silk and as expected it was dripping down

But she was relentless, and now she had just pushed further, she was asking me to fuck her. “Father Liam,” she repeated. “Why don’t you just fuck me? Fuck the demons out of me with that holy cock of yours.” She said, staring me up and down as if devouring me. Grace had the purest pair of eyes I’d ever seen, but in that moment, they were filled with lust. “One taste of your cock pounding my dripping cunt will set me straight. What do you say? Will you fuck me?” She asked again, blinking innocently.

That's when her eyes fluttered open. Just barely. Just enough to fix on my face with startling clarity despite her condition. "You..." she rasped, her voice barely audible. Mrs. Daniels was still on the phone a few feet away, pacing anxiously as she answered the dispatcher's questions. Grace's hand lifted slightly, trembling, and her fingers caught weakly at my sleeve. "You bitch," she whispered, and despite everything—despite the blood and the broken bones and the fact that she was clearly dying—her voice was filled with pure venom. "All you know how to do is ruin people's plans."

He lunged forward, his staff striking the base of the balcony, causing the entire structure to groan and tilt. Grace stepped toward Alistair Vane. The billionaires in the golden masks scrambled for the exits, their treaties forgotten. The "Grand Harvest" was turning into a Liquidation. "You want to buy me?" Grace asked, her voice echoing through the atrium. "You want to own the silence?" She reached out and touched the crystal shards on the floor. The glass didn't move; it shattered into dust. "My Mama says love is messy," Grace said, looking at Panni. "And I think... I want to be messy too."

My voice echoes in my own head, dread clawing its way up my throat. I know this place. The cellar. His cellar. “Fucking Elias,” I whisper, my voice cold and filled with venom. Grace, of course, stands at the center of it all. That smug twist on her perfect lips. So poised. So manipulative. And so utterly foolish. She doesn’t realize what she’s dealing with. She doesn’t know Elias the way I do. But I remember.