Vanna Grace Novels & Stories

The reporters were on the edge of their seats, eager to uncover the connection between GRACE and Hunter Brown. “Everything.” The cameras focused on Viaan as he smirked mysteriously, giving the reporter a meaningful look. “Mr. Hunter Brown has to do everything with GRACE.” His eyes shone with riddles, and he turned his attention to that one reporter. “Can you tell me when GRACE was founded? Which year?” Viaan asked, a sense of challenge reflected in his tone.

Daisy felt confused and asked her mother. Grace was already in her sixties. However, because she had spent her life making herself more beautiful, she still looked relatively young and pretty. When she saw the four of them in the distance, her eyes lit up. She said, “Oh, you are right. How come Rene knows them so well? Daisy, who is that girl over there? Is she married?” Grace Miller was from Ireland and was a gentle and sweet woman. She spoke in a very kind way as if Alice were her friend.

I asked in fear . " Chill I'm here " Grace said and I gave a nod whilst trying to get used to the fact that we're going outside. " Fine " I said as they led me with them . " Donna ....you .." the security tried to talk and one glare from Grace shut him up . He bowed as we entered the car . Yvonne was the driver .. I stared at both women as Grace lit A cigarette I stared at her in shock . " You smoke ? I asked surprised and she put it off immediately.

"Wasn't she the reason why you disbanded?" "Yes. Her father ruined us," Alyssa reported. Grace was a famous actress in Holywood, having won two supporting actresses awards and had five movies in her name over the years. In the entertainment industry, she was one of those who already made it. A scoff left Grace's lips as she asked, "Okay. I get that we have been acquainted, Alyssa. Our paths have crossed after all, but why would I be interested in helping you? I have nothing against KC. Plus, I heard she is the daughter of a powerful man? I would not want trouble for myself."

It was Thursday, the day Grace was finally to meet with the VMT company team. She had scheduled the meeting at the new branch. She put an extra effort into her look; her makeup was on point, her skirt accentuated her tiny waist and curves. “Are you sure you’re not going to seduce Victor again.” Vera had teased her before she left home. Grace sat in her office, going through some documents, but the conversation she had earlier with Vera, kept playing in her mind, “I want him to regret ever rejecting me. I mean, I need to take his breath away,” her cheeks flushed as she remembered the response she had given Vera.

"It's fine. I understand bad days." The woman looked at Grace more carefully. "Are you here alone?" "Sort of. I'm with... my husband. But he's busy right now." "Lucky you. Having a husband who actually stays around." Grace smiled sadly. "Sometimes." The woman extended her hand. "I'm Vanessa." "Grace." They shook hands. "So what brings you to this resort?" Vanessa asked. "Business? Vacation?" "A little of both. You?" "Business meeting tomorrow. Thought I'd come a day early. Clear my head." Vanessa looked around. "Though I'm starting to regret it. Too many memories here."

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

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,

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

The girl pointed to me and the lady walked over to the counter where I was. "Hello dear, how may I help you?" She asked with a polite smile. "Hi, I'm Kayla Green and I was wondering if I could get a job here?" I asked. The older lady gave me a sorry smile. "I'm sorry dear, but I have enough people here. I don't need anymore help." She replied apologetically. "Are you sure? I've been everywhere already and I really need a job." I said, desperately trying my luck for the last time.