This Vicious Grace Novels & Stories

Everything they all were. Catherine thought Grace was broken? Fine. Let her think that. Let them all think that. Grace would play the weak, pathetic girl a little longer. And then she'd show them exactly what she was capable of. She walked back to the cabin. Her face calm. Her mind sharp. Mason got his cruelty from his mother. That was clear now. Catherine was vile. Mean. Evil without remorse. And Mason was exactly the same. But Grace? Grace was something they never expected.

She could feel the warning flutterings of Catherine's building orgasm and knew that if she moved too deep too fast, the woman would shatter into the pleasure she was fighting. Grace heard a single desperate "please..." come from Catherine. She needed no further encouragement to press deep into her. There was a brief resistance at the widest part of her knuckles, but the lube, combined with Catherine's own wetness, did the job. She was up to her wrist in pussy and before Catherine had a chance to speak, Grace started fist-fucking Catherine as she finished the prayer with a commanding, "NOW and at the hour of your little death!" The room rang with Catherine's sharp scream of pleasure, a sacril

"You're breaking your promise!" She just tossed her hair, not caring. "I told you I was broke. You were the one who wouldn't let it go." All my hurt and anger exploded like a volcano. "Shirley! You're heartless! "In our village, my parents loved you like their own daughter! "You got out of a tough life because my mom gave you everything she had! "Don't you have a heart?" Whack! Her slap cut me off. Her eyes were ice as she snapped, saying, "How long will you hold onto a small favor?

He reached across the table, grasping her trembling hands in his, a lifeline of support in her darkest moment. As Noah’s words and comforting touch slowly calmed her racing heart, Grace regained control of her breath. The fog of panic began to dissipate, allowing her to focus on Noah’s next revelation. With a mix of concern and restrained fury in his eyes, he disclosed that he had seen a video from the dash-cam, showing a man mercilessly beating her while wearing a twisted smile. The rage burned within Noah’s gaze as he fought the impulse to unleash his anger on the man responsible for inflicting such pain upon Grace.

Fist clenched, breath drawn deep, I channeled strength into my core. My fist collided with the tree's trunk. Crack! Two fissures erupted from the point of impact, racing outward, splitting the trunk in two. Shock painted their faces. The tree's crown lurched, crashing down with a 'whoosh!' The earth trembled, leaves took flight. I shook out my hands and faced them squarely. "Had I actually pushed her, she'd be in the hospital right now." Alice's tears ceased, her complexion ghostly. Victoria's rage gave way to terror, her grip on Alice's arm so fierce that her nails could have drawn blood.

A young maid named Grace, cautious and quiet, glanced nervously as Ivy stepped into the kitchen under the pretense of retrieving water. “I know what’s happening,” Ivy whispered, lowering her voice to a near hiss. “I see it. I know what Victor is capable of.” Grace froze, eyes wide, but didn’t run. There was recognition there, a silent understanding that Ivy wasn’t there to betray, she was there to survive, and maybe… help. “Miss Ivy, you… you can’t do anything,” Grace said softly. “He’ll...”

Gracko scoffed, his voice laced with disdain. Gracko's voice dripped with malevolence, his words hanging in the air like a malignant promise. "You are mistaken. I haven't even started punishing you. When I do, you won't even have the strength to ask for forgiveness." His eyes seemed to gleam with an unholy light, his chiseled features twisted into an evil smile that sent shivers down Vanessa's spine.

She added. Victor let out an angry chuckle, his nostrils flaring. “Did you decide to stick around till I'm awake just to tell me that, or to point out what you’ve done? Or to show me that you’re truly a harlot?” Victor snapped back, his anger rising. “Don't make me more angry than this, just get out of my room.” Victor said angrily again, already stepping closer to her. Grace quickly stepped back and then turned so that it would be her front that would be facing him while she walked backwards out of his room.

"Wendigo!? That's not possible! He would have to commit cannabilism and...and.." "Liam wouldn't commit the unforgivable sin? Well, he did. Cleo helped. He killed a wolf at a rogue camp a couple of days ago. But, you know as well as I there is no earthly magic that can save him. Dark magic, on the other hand, would fix it." Grace's face is torn as her soul battles against her demonic nature. She holds on to the last piece of her soul; her hope for Selene and Luke. They were the thin thread keeping her from being sucked dry. "What game are you playing, Grace? One minute you're some heartless dehman; the next, it's like your humanity is coming through. What is your endgame here?"

“And now, I need you to remember who you really are.” She leaned close and whispered again: “Ashes to Ashford.” Adrian gasped, his pupils dilating, body seizing. Grace arrived just in time to see him collapse. The Moment Before Madness “No!” she screamed, rushing forward. Jade turned, calm and composed. “Ah, my beautiful disappointment,” she said to Grace. “You always had fire. But you lacked vision.” Grace knelt beside Adrian, his body twitching violently. “You broke him,” she whispered, tears in her eyes.