This Vicious Grace Romane & Geschichten

“It’s going. Victor is smart, but no one is untraceable. I’ll find something.” “How do you know so much about people like him?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Grace smirked, her fingers never stopping. “Let’s just say I’ve had my share of run-ins with men like Victor. They all think they’re untouchable until someone proves them wrong.” Roland shot her a look. “You’re not planning to do anything reckless, are you?” She shrugged. “Define reckless.” “Grace,” Roland said, his tone firm. “Relax,” she said, finally pausing to look at him. “I’m not stupid. I know what I’m doing.”

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”

Didn’t care for it. There was no version of her explanation that could rewrite what had already been done. She flinched, but I didn’t stop. I grabbed her, shoving her back against her chair. My back hand landed on her face with a satisfying crack before I grabbed her neck, my hand curling around her throat. My claws pressed lightly against her skin, just enough to break it, just enough for her to feel the sting. Her breath hitched. “Grace is in this situation because of you,” I spat, my voice low, dangerous.

"Didn’t you see the news? It wasn’t enough that she’s the bastard child of this family?... now she’s dragging our family name through the mud with disgraceful acts like this." I shook my head frantically. "What? No… I..." "Shut up," Aunt Pamela hissed. "Don’t even try to make excuses. Nicole saw everything with her own eyes, and Brandon was there too." "Ony…" My grandmother took hold of my hand. I hadn’t even noticed when she came to stand beside me. "I didn’t mean to do it, Granny…" I whispered as tears streamed down my cheeks. "I was drunk." That was the only explanation I could give. How could I possibly tell them that I was heartbroken? That Nicole had pushed and provoked me until I acte

Understood" she replied with broken voice while tears soaked her cheeks. He lightly wiped her tears with his hand. He then touched her face and moved it toward himself. She closed her eyes as she didn't wanted to see him. "Open your eyes" he told her in a light voice. His words before roaming in her mind, she opened her eyes lightly with pain. "You're flawless, so pretty to be told" he looked at her lips and noticed a little scar which he gave her last time and fresh one on her lower lip. She was so close that she finally noticed his ocean blue deep eyes. It seemed like he was hiding something behind those dark, deep eyes. He leaned closer and touched her lips softly. She took a deep breath.

Jayce threw himself to the ground, trying to crush my baby's blue-black wolf under his weight. Mid-roll though, he flew across the dirt as my baby kicked him off with his hind legs. Jayce quickly got up as Cyrus started to roll onto his feet, slightly winded. I watched as the gray creature quickly closed the distance and bit into Cyrus' right hind leg. Hard. I saw his pale blue eyes widen in pain before he kicked Jayce in the face with his left hind leg, causing him to release his right and stumble back, shaking his head. The familiar metallic scent of blood drifted into the air as Cyrus whipped around. Head-butting Jayce, he ducked his head slightly and clamped onto his throat, still being

In that tender embrace, as she held Amelia close, Mother Grace silently vowed to stand by her side, offering solace and support in whatever way she could. Mother Grace held Amelia even tighter, offering her a sense of security and reassurance. As Amelia poured out her heart, confessing the truth of the situation, Mother Grace listened intently, her heart aching for the young woman who had been unjustly targeted by the malicious schemes of others. "I know, my dear. Their intentions were never noble," Mother Grace spoke with a mixture of empathy and conviction. She had witnessed the manipulative nature of Jessica and her followers, and her dislike for them was well-founded. Her years of experi

“And thrown out into the rain. I spent the night in a cell because he blocked my card and let the police think I was a thief.” Grace let out a string of curses that would have made a priest blush. “I swear to God, I will kill him. I will cut off his dick and feed it to him. I’ll slice off every finger and toe and make him eat them before I cut his throat.” I stared at her, brows raised. “Okay. That was… very specific and terrifying.” "I'm not kidding, Ley! Look at you! My beautiful, brilliant girl, looking like... I almost didn't recognize you. You’ve suffered too much. You deserve to be pampered. You deserve someone who looks at you like you’re the sun."

Vincent asked back coldly. "I'm taking this bus," answered Grace Baker. Grace is a waiter who once helped Vincent choose milk for Kyron at a mini-market. Vincent also once took a business card from Grace that led him to see the vampire police officer who bit Vincent. Now they meet again on the bus. Unfortunately, Vincent was highly thirsty. "Why happened to your finger?" Vincent asked, diverting attention. "Oh, that... I got hit by the edge of one of the new shelves. It's not a big deal, just a scratch," answered Grace while showing her finger. The closer the smell of blood, the more frustrated Vincent became. Should he give up killing to sucking someone's blood?

“And you will pay for your crimes against your Luna. Grace are you able to subdue her?” “It would be my pleasure,” Grace says with an evil grin spread across her face. Mumbling a few words under her breath, Grace pokes Vanessa in the forehead and she passes out onto the floor beneath her. Mumbling a few obscenities under her breath, Grace steps on Vanessa’s stomach as she makes her way to Ella’s beside.