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."

Turning to face the dismantled room, I asked, “What about Diane and Regina?” “Their alibi checks out.” “They could be faking it. They are the only suspects that know this hotel, so keep your eyes on them.” Before Dave could reply, Grace’s footsteps filled the room, and I watched each step she took as she descended into the room. Once our eyes met, she carried a strained smile on her lips and that sight made my chest ache even harder. She was still blaming herself and it was starting to take a physical toll on her. “Hey,” she whispered once she was standing beside me. I quickly wrapped my arm around her waist and glued her to my side.

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.

"Holy cow, I always wondered how Ms. Scott was always so loaded!" "Yeah, she was always giving Mr. Harris presents. I heard that their last meal at the fancy restaurant cost over 7,000 bucks!" "Wow, just one dinner for two people? That's like half a year's salary for us!" The whispers got louder and louder. All eyes turned to Joshua's pale face as if they had planned it. Soon, the police brought over Shirley's brother, Walter. His eyes were red with fury when he saw me, and he yelled, "Max! My sister is married to you, and you turned us in?!

Hannah smirked, "You absolutely will, it's unavoidable." Grace fell backwards onto the bed. "Well then it's official. I am doomed." Hannah rolled onto her wife and placed feather light kisses on the sides of her face. "I will save you don't worry, I'm more than qualified." "Good, because I am unqualified to be all by myself." Grace grinned. The rest of the evening was spent between the two and their eventual doom of meeting one another's family. Drifting into a blissful sleep. Hannah finally felt truly happy.

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?

Some of the city’s wealthiest elite live there, and scarcely a weekend goes by that the faint music of some lavish event isn’t heard drifting across the water. Even with a family, I wonder how Ella could have difficulty making time for her sister, or Grace for her. Though my parents are thousands of miles away, I still call every day. That’s when it occurs to me: there’s more to this story. But watching Grace tip a larger swallow into her mouth, I’m reluctant to push. “What was different today? “Her husband, Paul, is out of town and their kids are staying the weekend with his parents.” We sit in silence for a moment, Grace watching the flames flicker and dance in the fireplace. Since she’s d