Who Killed Grace Novels & Stories

He hoarsely said, making my eyes water. “Grey”, I called him, and I can't help but hug him as I hold Grant's leash with one hand. My tears just kept pouring down Greyson’s chest and clothes. “Shhh, it's okay, let's go home.” He said, guiding me to his car. I walked powerlessly as I followed him. I asked Grant to ride first before I got in his car. Grayson quickly closed the door and quickly turned to the driver's seat. The whole trip was so quiet, I felt it would be better not to talk. I feel too much pain, but I can’t explain it. Grant smelled my emotions, so he brought his head back to me, so I could rub it as I always do to him. He wiggles his tail and sticks out his tongue. I smiled pain

This was not a chance for Grace to cover up her crimes. Instead, it was to add to her pressure. When Jim heard about how I was violated, his eyes turned bloodshot with rage. “Grace!” But Zephyr stopped him from lunging at her. Jack, meanwhile, realized something. “We misjudged Luna?” Luke was in disbelief. He could not find the words to demand an answer from Grace. “Did you…?” “Ha! Yes, I did it. So?” With how things looked, Grace decided to give up and laughed maniacally. “I just couldn’t stand how everyone loved Luna and thought she was so great!

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.

What is Lorenzo up to this time? He moved around the hallway, pacing slowly. “Yes… I know she’s still in the house,” he continued. “I’ll finish her off now, boss.” I covered my mouth with my hands, finish who? I froze completely, barely breathing. “Yes,” Luci said again. “i won’t let anyone trace her death, it will look like an accident.”

he murmured, his voice dripping with vile satisfaction and lust, "but they don't come even close to this." He pressed his nose in the crook of her neck, smelling her scent and then licked the same place with his tongue that felt like nails scratching against her skin. She could feel the bulge in his pants that kept rubbing on her thighs. Grace felt bile rise in her throat. Her vision blurred from the throbbing pain in her head and the relentless blows she endured. She knew she only had a couple of minutes to act, or it would all be over for her. She could only trust herself to get out of his clutch as her screams were futile, knowing the family had left for an event and the servants in the h

“We traced Grace’s last confirmed movement.” I straightened. “She booked a flight,” he continued. “Destination—France.” My chest loosened for half a second. “Good,” I said. “When?” “Three days ago,” Matteo replied. “The aircraft suffered an explosion shortly after takeoff.” I didn’t speak. “None of the passengers survived,” he finished. “Grace is listed among the deceased.” The words landed—but they didn’t register. “No,” I said. Calm. Certain. “That’s not her.”

BIANCA POV My heart pounds in my chest as they continue their conversation, “Come on Rafaelle, this is not what we agreed on, we need to focus and figure out their location,” Grace says disgust and annoyance in her tone I feel a chill run down my spine at her words, Grace and Rafaelle are working together? But on what? I narrow my eyes keeping silent so I can hear properly “What about the Assassin? You killed him?” Grace says A cold voice replies to her, Rafaelle voice, “Yes I killed him, he was a liability and Dominic would have discovered him if I didn't kill him on time” he chuckles a low and dangerous laugh following

The look was evil, and for a second Grace was scared. “I have always wanted to kill you. To avenge my mate. Selene must have killed him, but you were the cause. You could have stopped her, but you didn’t,” she said and then looked away. “I am over his death now. I love someone else now, and I wish you could feel my frustrations right now because you just separated me from him. Just right when I was about to profess my undying love,” she said, and Grace and Rosy just looked at her.

“Three?” Grace nodded slowly. “One was yours.” She pointed at the photograph. “One was taken for Victor.” Then she looked at Amelia. “And the third…” A loud gunshot shattered the night. Grace screamed. The lights went out again. And when the emergency lights flickered back on, Grace was gone. Only a single line of blood remained on the floor. And beside it lay a black eagle ring. Adrian stared at it. Then he heard Amelia whisper behind him. “Adrian…” He turned.

His friend is dead. "Father fought bravely," Gracia continued, his voice breaking. "He was strong. He was always strong. But Gareth's men were too many. Father took down four of them before they overwhelmed him. And then…" He stopped, his face crumpling. "Gareth stabbed him from behind. He stabbed me too. And then he cut Father's throat." I felt sick. I gripped Gracia's arm, holding him as if he might disappear. "They killed him," Gracia whispered. "And then Gareth let me go. He let me escape while barely alive.”