Vanna Grace Novels & Stories

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.

But it took Tina these many years to realize that. "Don't you dare to call me by that name again" Tina thundered angrily. David jumped a little with fright. "What?" he whispered with surprise. "You heard me. It's Lady Tina for you" she said in a cold voice, which is enough to freeze him on the spot. "I, Tina Wimbledon, the current lady of the Magic Plane, punish David Brooks for the charges of kidnapping, assault, and treachery against the earth beings," Tina said loud and clear for everyone around them to hear.

Camila's P.O.V The view of El Matador State Beach was breathtaking, it was a treat to come here for photoshoots. I enjoyed being a model, modeling for Vogue and Teen Magazine, I loved every part of that career, of course, Quinn models also, she was the first one, but when I reached around ten or eleven, my Mom made me do it. Here I am today, a successful influencer, I've never lied about personality for fame, I was honest and genuine to my fans, I had to be. My grandparents taught me well, while my parents were just overjoyed that I joined the family clique, unwillingly.

As we entered, a man with teeth too white and a tan too deep practically sprinted toward us. "Mateo!" Dalton yelled, throwing his arms around him. He leaned in, whispering loud enough for my enhanced ears to catch: "The betting pool is in shambles. No one thought you'd show." "A Vargas never misses a blood-vow celebration," Mateo replied, his gaze flickering toward the head table. I followed his eyes. The bride sat there, an Icy Beauty in white lace. When she caught Mateo’s eye, she looked away so fast it was like a physical blow.

The bride followed Ronan outside before she realized what happened. “What’s your name, young lady? You look quite pitiful, all alone,” Ronan said earnestly. He really felt sorry for this woman. The bride looked down at her toes. She could tell that this burly man was the other man’s subordinate. Although she did not know why they helped her, she was moved by their actions. “My name is Vanna Grant. Thank you for helping me. I would've lost my mind if you hadn’t stepped in.” Philip did not say a word the whole time. He simply observed the woman. He felt a hint of sacredness on her. The feeling was very strange as if she was full of healing power.

Annoyed, she walked over to the door, but it suddenly pushed open, and Grace walked in with a heavy tray of food in her hands. “WHAT are you doing in here?” Vera demanded icily. “Oh, sorry Ma’am," Grace replied as she closed the door behind her. "I just thought you were hungry. There wasn’t much in the kitchen, so I made some crispy eggs.” She smiled. “And did I ever ask you for it?” Vera questioned. “Take that, Miss Bush, and get out of my room. No, in fact, get out of my house right now,” she said, enraged, pointing to the door.

~ FRANCE, AVERY'S APARTMENT. Vanna wore a dark green gown, the upper part was fitted showing her exposer cleavages while the below was fled, covering her beautiful curves. She coupled her dress with a black half wedge shoe. Vanna entered his study room holding a tray of juice. She got in and placed the tray on his table. She walked towards him, and sat on the table as she cupped him in between her thighs. "Baby, I miss you" Vanna mouthed, and got no response.

POV: Alexander Vance The grandfather clock in the grand foyer chimed seven times, its heavy brass pendulum swinging behind polished glass with rhythmic, solemn precision. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass bay windows of the Hamptons estate, the fierce coastal storm had finally cleared completely, leaving behind a crisp, star-littered evening sky and the deep, rolling crash of the Atlantic tide against the cliffs below. Down the winding, tree-lined coastal driveway, a steady procession of black luxury sedans, Maybachs, and tailored sports cars was already queuing at the iron security gates. Three hundred of the most influential political figures, hedge fund titans, legacy families, and inter

She thought that he would kill her. She regretted going to the meeting in the first place. She didn't stop blaming herself even though it's been more than a month since the incident happened. Vanessa adjusted her blazer as she took the microphone and resumed her speech. "As you all already know, I am Vanessa Sanchez, an actress and a model. I would also like to add one more identity to my name. This has been my secret for so many years but I will let you all know today that I am V_Secrets…" She stated.

An hour later, Thomas sat in the office of the person in charge of Southland District’s third area, and standing beside him was Samson. “Boss, the information is here.” Samson handed over a set of documents related to Vany. Thomas flipped through them while he listened to Samson talk about the details. “Based on the investigations that day, I’ve already figured out Vany’s situation. “She was originally a dancer. Her real name is Vanasia Whitehall. In the past, after she started dating Ryan, they had agreed to elope. In the end, Ryan’s father caught them red-handed, and she was secretly sent to South City and sold to an underground organization called Water Cloud.