Vanna Grace Novels & Stories

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

Grace seethed. Every eye followed Vanessa as she sashayed into the hall. Her backless gown sparkled under the lights and dazzled the onlookers. She surveyed her admirers with a raised chin. I caught wafts of conversation praising her transformation. My rage simmered. If only people knew the truth about her. “Is that Vanessa?” Dominique’s gaze glued to her former student. “She’s radiant.” Grace took my hand. “We should catch up with the others at the exhibit.”

You both made today" "Don't start, you're worth it remember" "You're right. Guess I’m ready. "She said standing up" "C'mon. Let's present to the world this beauty" They both walked straight into the living room. Grace's red gown was awesome, but she wearing it, beautified it more. She looked so elegant, stunning and confident. That's the lady Laura and Becky wanted to see. "Hello Chris, I'm glad you could make it" "My pleasure. You're graciously beautiful"

she grumbled. Vanessa exchanged glances with me and we burst into laughter while Brooke grumbled some more. "Sorry Brooke. It's not my fault they look nice," I said between laughs. "Well, Brooke isn't completely wrong," Vanny put in. I raised an eyebrow in question. "Let me explain," Brooke said. "Unfortunately, I can't remember the names of the security guy, the gardener and the cleaner but they both look good though the gateman looks like he could have a family. Your cook, what did you say her name is again? Your cook is very lovely. In fact, she's beautiful and also looks like a married woman. If her husband is as fine as she is, then her children must be drop dead gorgeous."

She was hired to present this collaboration to this gentleman as one of the best marketing manager of Interlounge. The room went silent as her heels hit the the hard tiles. Its sound was too dramatic, with her entrace so grand that all the gentleman man was mesmerized. Vanna emerged in the door, smiling like a toothpaste endorser. Her silky brown hair was too perfect to her Barbie like feature. Her body and face is what everyone dream of. She is truly an angel that was too beautiful to just kept in heaven. Serene can't hardly react properly. She didn't expect that she'll meet her half sister. She lowered her head, so that Vanna wouldn't see her.

Grace made her sit and also sit beside her. “No, you don't have—” But before Valencia could say anything, Grace fed her with her hand. Stunned Valencia looks at her with unknown emotion crawling in her heart. It was the first time, when a woman has hand fed Valencia in twenty years. And this thing was digging the dead emotions in her heart. The lady, Grace Green, was not old. She looked like in her late thirties and beautiful like a fresh rose. Kind and caring nature, and the first lady who has ever shown kindness to Valencia.

“What can I say? I always win the bet!” “Granny, I think you’ve had too much wine for now.” The young Lewis heir took the glass from his grandmother and ushered her to a corner to sober up. “Should I call for Mrs. Thatcher?” “Oh no. She is probably somewhere sulking. Thatcher, that woman was sure the Trumpet gown was the one to waltz down that aisle. Ha! But I chose this Vera Wang wonder, hic!” Granny was starting to have the hiccups, something that happens just before she passes out, and like clockwork, Mrs Thatcher and Robert appeared at the doorway, ready to carry the grand madam back to her room.

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

Theodore had arranged for Vanya to meet Grace, and she couldn't just slip away without making an appearance. "Grace, see you next time," Vanya said. Grace smiled and gave a thumbs up. "See ya." Once Vanya left, Grace's gaze swept over the spread of dishes, and she clicked her tongue in disappointment. "I came all this way, and there's not a single dish I like." Derrick chuckled and said, "There was something you liked, but Cliff took it." "The king crab soup?" Grace asked. "Yep!" Derrick confirmed. Grace rolled up her sleeves, feigning anger. "I should have been tougher on them!"