Willow Grace Radke Novels & Stories

"Maybe there's someone there that can help." She needed to know where Luke was and needed to make sure Felicity and the rest of her friends were okay. She rushed down the stairs, and Grace followed. Willow opened the back door, but before walking out, she picked the rose-colored glasses off the table. She stared at it before throwing it on the ground and crushing it under her foot. "Let's go." Grace shook her head, wiping the tears from her eyes.

Never. "Willow!" Grace let out a piercing cry and slammed the basement door shut. Then, she threw herself onto it so no smoke could slip under and suffocate Willow. Grace hadn't married anyone or had any children of her own in her entire life, but Willow was as good as her daughter. The thick cloud of smoke rushed at her ferociously, but she showed no signs of fear at all. Then, she thought she saw a gilded white carriage manifesting out of the black smoke, and her dad was sitting on top of it.

“You girls are late. I might have to take some of the photos after the ceremony if we can’t get to them in time.” *Rob* Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Grace as she rounds the corner, her attendants in tow and a toothy-grinned Margie bringing up the rear. Even if she hadn’t looked so much like her grandmother that I’d swear right now Juliet’s ghost was with us, Grace is so unfathomably beautiful, so ethereal and graceful, I can’t catch my breath. Can’t take my eyes off her. Can’t stop the huge smile plastered over my face.

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

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.

“I’m sorry Luna, my wolf and I are feeling overly protective I apologize for growling at you, I’m sorry glad your okay, I was waiting for you guys when they brought you back but when I saw Willow laying in the back seat everything went blank. I knew she was my mate.” I watched as Ryker held her protectively, I smiled softly at the both of them feeling happy as long as Willow was. “How are you taking all of this Willow, I know it’s a lot. Also did Ryker tell you about…Cain?” I said lowering my voice, I still couldn’t believe Cain was dead I knew it would take awhile for that to settle in. But to my surprise Willow didn’t look upset or scared she honestly looked happy. “I’m great star, honestl

Jax sits down. "William? How old is Grace?" Neal asked. I look at him, confused. William looked at me for a moment before looking back at him. "23," He answered. "25," Dex corrected. William looked at him. "No, I believe she is 23." Dex hums. "Her birthday is May 10th, 1996. She is 25, about to be 26." William hums. "Grace?" He says. I look at William, irritated that he didn't even know.

Willow got out of the car and breathed in the crisp afternoon air. The lodge was beautiful, overlooking the forest and the banks of the Lee River. A pang of sadness came over her, wishing she could have been there with Zoey. Two officers followed from the car, assigned to accompany Willow for the week. One was a woman named Chelsea. She was two years Willow's senior. The other officer's name was Derek. The officers were communicative and put Willow at ease during the drive to Riverlodge.

"That would be lovely!" "It's six thirty, doesn't it start at eight?" I nodded. "Zach picked you up?" I will ask. Lucia shook her head. "Aldridge picked us up, and he's in the living room waiting for us to finish. He's talking to Zach, they're talking about the CZ record company.” "I heard you will collaborate with Diana Kade, is that true?" Grace asked. "Diana Kade? Isn't she the famous singer with numerous Grammy awards and songs that are always in the top ten?" Lucia inquired.

Even madder when I refused to let him go to her as well. “It is and no, not Juni. There is a lot I need to tell you, it’s all incredibly complicated and needs to be kept a secret for their safety. The first thing is that I have a granddaughter, not a grandson. Her name is Willow Sage Doyle. She has been raised with a human adopted father and uncle, and we have learned today is also Alpha Zale Rykers mate.” I try to keep the information I share limited to three bombshells at a time to help him process. Especially with how close he was to Juni.