روايات وقصص ضمن Vanna Grace

"Calm. If it's almost evening, I won't be far from there. Basically, I'll try." Grace has a beautiful face, much like Maudy Ayunda. Her body is neither slender nor overweight, you could say quite plump. Due to her position as an office secretary who was used to speaking in front of many people, Grace had a firm voice that was pleasing to the ear, much like the voice of a bank teller or radio announcer.

“Then let them come.” Her wolf lifted its head, eyes glowing silver beneath her skin. Draven’s breath caught, he felt it through the bond. Vanessa straightened, gaze hard as steel. “I’m done being hunted.” She turned toward the castle, blood on marble, fire in her veins. “And if they want me” Her eyes flashed. “I’ll make them wish they never tried.”

She turned, and gripped Genevieve's arm, steering her into a store with a fake smile, so warm and dripping with affection that one would have actually picked emotion from the gaze. "Mona," A woman greeted her with a stretched smile before she extended her arms up and gripped Mona on the shoulders, planting a kiss on her cheek. "You're still looking young I see. What's your secret?" The woman jokingly asked, admiring the radiance of the woman as her eyes sparkled in the rich lighting. It was piteous. The smile of youth was expensive and safeguarded by a thick mask of daily serums. The 'secret' was tedious and hardly glamorous. The 'secret' bore inconsistencies on the skin of both her arms and

Elena POV Vanessa was crying and I'd never seen anything like it before, never seen someone break down so completely, and tears were streaming down her face while her whole body shook with sobs. "I just wanted to finish our work," Vanessa said and her voice was broken and raw. "Everything I did, all of it, I just wanted to make her proud." She was talking about Grace. After forty years she was still trying to make a dead woman proud. I watched from where I was still strapped to the table and I felt something strange twist in my chest because this was the woman who'd tried to experiment on my babies, who'd murdered Grace and probably Sophia too, who'd ruined so many lives.

Every step she took in her heels radiated quiet strength. Reporters hadn’t been informed of her identity ahead of time—just that someone tied to the Élan G scandal would be appearing at this hour and place. That was reason enough not to miss it. Then came whispers: Isn’t she the Bellavance heiress? Escorted safely to center stage, Grace stood tall and steady. Her presence was cool, composed, and commanding—exactly as rehearsed. "I'm Grace Bellavance. For the past three years, I've served as the lead creative force behind Élan G—anonymously until now..."

Will was upset because of a woman. ​ *Grace.*

She sighs and continues, “Davey came up with my nickname, he wanted something to call me, and I refused to give him my real name.” she put air quotes around the word ‘real’. “So, he remembered this little rhyme his mum used to say,” again putting on the cockney voice, “‘Patience is a virtue. Virtue is a Grace. Grace is a little gel who wouldn’t wash her face. Now you are pretty patient, so I think I’ll call you Grace, or maybe Gracie.’” She swapped back to her own voice again, “I agreed, so I became ‘Gracie’.” She smiles softly,

It had been a long time since Kennedy visited the facility. He arrived with Griffin at the function hall where many agents were practicing. Griffin suddenly exclaimed, catching Kennedy’s attention. "That's the woman!" Griffin shouted. He pointed to Johanna, who was busy chatting with her brother and doing nothing but pulling pranks. "That's the woman who attacked us during the war." Kennedy furrowed his brow and recognized Johanna as the CEO of the Golden Age. However, he already knew she was Hannah Grace. She was surprisingly beautiful without the dark makeup she used to use to intimidate everyone.

I pulled up my laptop, searched for news about GRACE's IPO. The offering was scheduled for six weeks from now. Projected valuation of two billion dollars. Grace would personally net over a billion from the sale. All of it built on the narrative that she was a survivor, a feminist icon, a mother protecting her children from the men who'd wronged her.

She weighs nothing for him. Grace crossed her path with them in hallway. "Get a room you guys..." She rolled her eyes at them. "Yeah, just about to do that..." Vlad smirked. Grace smiled at Vera. "Have fun!" She winked. "What are you wearing?" Vlad frowned at her. Grace looked at herself. "Booty shorts and crop top..." She shrugged. Vera suppressed her smile at her reply, she was practically half naked with her crop top hiding nothing and her half of the ass was on display.