Will And Dawn Grace Novels & Stories

The slit on my dress was more visible the moment I finally crossed my legs. Soon, the event kicked off properly. Some starters were served with cocktails. Then Razzi stormed the stage, grabbed the microphone and gave his usual welcome adress stating how lucky he is to be accepted by the community and given a space for business. He thanked the youths for their countless support and then made a toast to Peter his son. For the first time, he acknowledged his son in public. Peter got up and waved reluctantly. Razzi said "Today's toast is special. To my boy over there. To Peter Godwin Razzi. " he said lifting his glass up. "My son is attending this event for the first time so we should welcome hi

Several guests paused mid-conversation, their attention drawn to Grace's quiet beauty and the confident presence of Alpha Hayes beside her. "You're making quite an impression," Dominic whispered, noting the appreciative glances. Grace smiled softly. "It's probably you they're looking at." Jordan Blackstone, the evening's host, spotted them and made his way through the crowd. His face brightened with genuine pleasure as he approached. "Alpha Hayes! I'm delighted you could make it," he said warmly, clasping Dominic's hand before turning to Grace. "And this must be the remarkable healer I've heard so much about."

Ethan's voice sliced through the room as he stormed in, yanking me off her. Weak from the miscarriage, I stumbled back from his shove, crashing into the table. Pain shot through me, and tears blurred my vision. Forcing myself to stand, I pointed at Bella. "She doesn't have hemophilia! She's been lying to you and tossing out my blood—check the trash if you don't believe me!" "Enough, Grace," he snapped, ice-cold and dismissive. "I can't believe you'd stoop this low, accusing Bella like that."

“It’s a surprise.” “Surprise for who?” “Grace. Daddy asked me to make a Will You Marry me? card. It is going to be a very big card.” Before I could fully process what she said, she gasped and faced me. With pure worry, she whispered, “I did not say anything.” “Oh, did you say something before?” I quickly played along. “I didn’t realise.” “Okay, Grace.” With a huge, toothy grin, she went back to what she was doing and I carefully backed out while I tried to fight the cheesy smile that was trying to take over my lips.

Dana was calling her out—publicly, no less—tagging her in their group chat with a few mutual friends. Grace usually showed up at these kinds of things. Partly to kill time, partly to scope out what the other rich girls were wearing lately—always good for design inspo. But lately, her creativity was flowing, and she had zero interest in a night of overpriced drinks and shallow gossip. "Nah, my hubby’s waiting for me at home," Grace replied. "DON’T PLAY DUMB. Your hubby and my hubby are both at the same cocktail thing tonight." Grace stared at the message, wanting to slap Dana through the screen. She jabbed her reply back onto the keyboard:

The so-called perfect guy was now ten minutes late, which to Grace was good, so she could have more reason to ghost him after the whole thing was over. She heard footsteps approaching her table, to then stop at her table. Grace didn’t look up. “Hi.” Greeted the man. Grace sighed internally, plastering on the thinnest veneer of politeness as she raised her head. The face looking down at her with the same expression of disbelief was William’s. She looked around the room frantically to be sure this was a mistake and not Wren’s deliberate orchestration. “Wren,” Grace mouthed flatly. I’m going to kill that girl. William was Wren’s idea of a perfect blind date?

He reminded me of photos of Denis in the way that his eyes seemed cold and a bit off. Lucas didn’t like him and I couldn’t help but agree. He smelled like rotten garbage. “This is Caleb Dawson,” Grace said demurely. “He owns a portion of the main mall of Midnight.” “Grace,” he said, leering at her. “I’m surprised old Felix left you behind… You look as delicious as always. Are you here as a party favor?” My heart lurched as Grace stiffened, “I’ve hired Grace as my assistant while I manage the transfer. I plan to keep her on as administrative staff.”

“I’m adjusting perfectly.” Luna Grace's eyes narrowed slightly, her tone firm. “No, you are not. Running away from your wife isn’t you adjusting perfectly.” Duncan's rage rose to the surface. "Well, if it's not, I'm uncertain what is. "You don't expect me to simply jump into bed with her," he said, his voice rising. Grace’s expression softened slightly, though her resolve remained. “I’m not saying that. All I want is for you to get to know her,” she said, her voice gentle but insistent.

The rain fell harder. No one moved. The woman stood in the middle of the smoke, her grey eyes fixed on Daniel, Noah, and Elena. “My name is Grace.” “And I’m your sister.” Daniel stared at her. “No…” His voice was barely audible. “That’s impossible.” Grace smiled sadly. “I said the same thing when I found out.” Noah stepped in front of Dr. Mercer. “Prove it.” Without saying a word, Grace rolled back the sleeve of her tactical jacket.

“Do you know that he dated his co-worker, someone named Grace?” “What? No. How do you know that?” Then Farrah showed me her phone, a picture of William and his assistant, Grace, in a floor-length gown at the MET gala. It was an article about billionaire William Shaw and model Grace Kim. It said the two worked together at LiVo Technologies, and Kim was the reason for Shaw’s recent divorce from socialite wife, Victoria Shaw. “That’s a gossip column. It can’t be true. I’ve met Grace. She’s his personal assistant right now.”