Unbound 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.

“Grace, this is our moment. Let them feel power again.” “No.” She met his eyes. “Let them feel decency.” Caroline looked up, blood at her lip. “What is this, Luna? Mercy?” Grace looked down. “No. Shame.” --- Later that night, Grace walked the quiet courtyard alone, Johnson resting against her shoulder. She found Caroline hunched behind the training pillars, shivering. Grace knelt beside her. “Let me see.” Caroline flinched. “I’m not here to hurt you.” “…Why?”

Please don't abandon me, because my hope and my strength comes from you. Please be with me in this rough phase, support like you always have. Love me as you always have, even in the times when I could not look at my own self. Give me strength to rise like a phoenix from my own ashes which I know, would make you and baba proud. Aameen.’ 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 “Taya jaan…” Taking a deep breath she knocked the door of the study room, finding her uncle busy reading some files, but one glimpse of her and he abandoned everything, ushering her to come in with a small smile.

He said. Grace nodded, but he could sense the hesitation in her, but when he started to ask her what the problem was, she grabbed the edge of the pier and rose slowly out of the water. Noah gasped silently as he watched her came out of the water in just her underwear. She was wearing a red lacy bra, with a pair of lacy full coverage panties that left little to the imagination, but that wasn’t why he had gasped, it was the marks that covered the left side of her abdomen, stopping at her waist and continuing down to her hip. It was an ugly twisted scar that seemed like it was a burn mark and a knife carving mark put together, although, all healed up. On her right hip, there was a bruise mark t

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.

She reminded herself that Grace needed independence, yet seeing her laughing and cared for by Johnny created a quiet storm inside her. As the evening settled, Grace, Johnny, and Anita were each in separate spaces, yet connected by unspoken bonds of care, responsibility, and trust. The path ahead promised challenges, joys, and unforeseen complications—but for now, Grace felt a sense of achievement, comfort, and a cautious hope that her world, though uncertain, was slowly finding balance.

But my lips would not move. “I see it in you,” Grace said softly, almost tenderly. “The battle. The hunger. The fear.” Her hand pressed lightly over my wrist, holding it, though not tightly. My fingers trembled. “You think you are ruined already,” she continued. “You think you cannot be cleansed. But sin is not in the body, my child. Sin is in surrender. It is in the choice.” Her eyes pierced mine. Her fingers trailed once more down my arm, so slowly that my skin burned beneath the fabric.

She only smiled and said, “Mom, your blessings are enough. Even if more outsiders attended this wedding, I would not know them either. I would be living with Sebastian in the future and not with others, so what do I need so many people for?” Grace became even happier when she heard that. She raised her wrist to hold Sabrina’s hand, casually put an emerald green bracelet on Sabrina’s wrist, and said with a smile, “My daughter-in-law is the most understanding and kind. I am happy. I would also be at ease even if I were to cross over to the other side.” Sabrina held on to Grace’s hand, pretended to be angry, and said, “Mom, today is a joyous occasion for Sebastian and I, you are not allowed to

"Shut up and listen!" Luveas pursed his lips and listened. Then, Amethyst continued, "An Ancean will mark a non-Ancean to gain entry permission from Nature. However, if the Ancean is harmed or died, the non-Ancean with the companion marking will never be able to enter Ancea forever. The permission is revoked instantly." Luveas was stumped. "What about the marking that I have? If you die, am I going to get chased out of Ancea forever too?" he was worried.

Her warm hand could even bring the fast rhythm of his heart back to a calm rhythm. Surprised by this, Adelard said, "I'm so happy and grateful to you." "I know. And that's enough for me," she said, still not looking him in the eye. Her gaze wandered from one thing to another, but never stopped on him. "Your gratitude is enough for me. I know that every word you say is sincere. And sincerity is not to be found these days. So perhaps it's more valuable than gold." "I am so ashamed. You saved my son's life."