Vanna Grace Novels & Stories

She had been on the verge of becoming Jenaire City's leading businesswoman, ready to soar to new heights alongside Priscilla. But now, their dreams were shattered due to Vivianne's single remark. "Vivianne, I'll silence that insolent tongue of yours!" she hissed. However, Vivianne held her ground. Grace's insults about her father only fueled her determination to teach her a lesson. "Bring it on, Grace. But maybe you should focus on healing those wounds first. I wouldn't want to waste my energy on a face that's already bruised," she replied, chin held high.

“And you will pay for your crimes against your Luna. Grace are you able to subdue her?” “It would be my pleasure,” Grace says with an evil grin spread across her face. Mumbling a few words under her breath, Grace pokes Vanessa in the forehead and she passes out onto the floor beneath her. Mumbling a few obscenities under her breath, Grace steps on Vanessa’s stomach as she makes her way to Ella’s beside.

“Now be careful, Grandmother… You wouldn’t want to harm the heir of the Hayes, would you?” Later, in the car ride home, Vanessa sat in the backseat, legs crossed, one arm stretched along the headrest like she owned the vehicle. When the car passed her favourite diner, Gracie’s restaurant, she suddenly knocked on the glass divider and declared, “Stop the car now. I need something. Uhm… Cravings. You know how it is for us…pregnant women.” Grandmother blinked from the front seat, one hand on her jaw. “We’ll send the maid,” she murmured weakly.

It was nestled in her Bouquet and was a beautiful feature. “Come on! Come on! Xan will think that you stood him up if we don’t get a move on!” Annie said as she herded them all out the door, and to the wedding car. “What is this?” Chynna Looking sceptically at the wedding car. “It is a VW van one that you can go camping in!" said Grace excitedly. Grace had always wanted one of these and now she’s got one for her wedding! It was a light green colour and it had been delicately and tastefully done up with ribbons and flowers. It was gorgeous!

Lyv noticed that the unexpected visitor appeared to have been drinking. The face of the woman who introduced herself as Vana suddenly softened before speaking, “Good evening, Mamita. How are you?” The old woman let out a smirk. “There’s nothing good in the evening anymore now that you’re here. And as far as I remember, I didn’t give you permission to call me Mamita. It’s Madam Anastacia Dela Vega to you, Miss Enriquez.” Vana was speechless, and her face showed a trace of embarrassment. Lyv couldn’t stand herself anymore, so she stepped closer to the old woman to intervene. “That’s enough, Mamita.”

~Lexia "We could go out now, if you would like, to see the Pack," Grayson offers, after I had accepted the plate of bacon again, and finished it. He took the empty plate from me, and slid it into the sink. I glanced outside, shaking my head. "I don't think I could handle the heat." It's true. One step outside, and I'm positive I might faint. It's not because I can't usually handle the heat, but I'm still coming down from the effects of the drug Jasper gave me. Thank the Moon Goddess I didn't stay around to find or what he wanted.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

“Don’t worry. When afternoon comes, I won’t be far from there. Bottom line is, I’ll make it work.” Grace was gorgeous, bearing a striking resemblance to Maudy Ayunda. Her figure was neither slender nor overweight—fair to say, quite voluptuous. As an executive secretary used to speaking in front of many people, Grace possessed a firm, pleasant voice, akin to a bank teller or a radio broadcaster.

“What did you say?” “Her grace is a young woman and you're..” A smirk crossed Lance's face for a moment, “A man.” Poison clenched his fists, “You ugly bastard! How dare you? Are you trying to taint her Grace's reputation?” Violet stepped out of the carriage with her dress inched upwards, with Saintess's sword hanging by her side. Lance took a moment to see what she looked like, “Your grace.” he said, his head slightly bowed. “I apologize for what I just said but—”

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.