Vanna Grace Novels & Stories

"Anyway... You don't have to worry about that anymore. Leave it to me!" He patted her head. "Take a good rest... Tonight we will go for a dinner..." Grace nodded and He smiled. Grace laid back and closed her eyes, not knowing whom to trust, the only thing she can do is hope for the best. ********* "You are looking beautiful!" Vlad said when Grace walked towards him. She was wearing light green gown for a dinner. "Thank you..." She forced a smile. "Where is Vera?" "She is__" Vlad's eyes froze on the woman who descended the stairs with clicking of heels. She was looking like a model in hot black gown and high heels.

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

"I'm here trying to rest; you guys are fighting like cat and mouse." "Sorry babe," Daniel replied, hugging Grace by rubbing her back gently. "What happened to you? Why are you so pale?" "Can we all sit first," I nodded, taking a seat beside Rachel as Daniel passed a glass of water to Grace, who she gladly accepted, giving him small but gentle.

Her voice followed, filled with seething rage, "We'll see about that, street rat!" Once in my room, my phone buzzed with a message from Marco. [We're settled in the west wing guest room. All's well.] [We've discovered it was Miss Victoria who had nails scattered on your path.] Victoria. I typed back, [Keep tabs on her.] I walked over to the window, gazing out at the sprawling estate swallowed by the night. Twinkling lights cast a luxurious glow, luring people in like bait in a trap. Who would be the prey? It did not matter. The hunter had already made their entrance.

The food got cold, and then I saw her with Joshua, walking under the streetlight. She looked at him with a softness and shine I had never seen. There was the watch on Joshua's wrist, as he bragged about it to her. Shirley would not look at me, but she said, "I gave it to Joshua for his birthday a few days ago. Don't jump to conclusions." Even though I was ready to let go, her words still stung.

"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.

Her glamour green eyes find my violet ones, she seemed… pained? "It never stops hurting, does it?" she whispers, rubbing her wrists where a soft green light protrudes from her hands, and I see the scars wrapped around her wrists, similar to my own. They no doubt belonged to chains. "No, it doesn't," I reveal, she covers the scars once again and gently takes the dress from my hands. The glow returns and wraps around the dress, a sad smile sitting on her face.

"Or nothing. Surprise me." "Will do." I reply before even thinking about what I'm agreeing to. I haven't heard from him since last week and I still wouldn't have if it wasn't for Jason. Jesus, I'm such a weak woman. All he has to do is smile and run his finger along my cheek and I'll obey every order he demands. I feel like I'm becoming an Anastasia to his Christian Grey. Well, why the hell not? As long as he keeps the whip away, I'll obey.

My eyes widen. Is this… “Vanessa Greene?” I find myself blurting out, my mouth agape. The woman’s eyes meet mine, and a smile twitches across her lips. “That’s me.” I feel as though my heart is about to leap out of my chest. This is no random contestant; this is none other than Vanessa Greene, one of the most renowned female chefs in the country, the owner of an entire chain of 3-star restaurants, and… My biggest role model in the entire world.