This Vicious Grace の小説・ストーリー

"Damn it, get the hell out of here, you pigs! Get the hell away from me, don't cling to me!" Grace pounded desperately on the microphone in front of her, her expression twisted with fury. After a moment, she suddenly spotted Kelly not far away, and a cold, resentful glint flashed in her eyes. "It's all because of you... You, the lapdog!" She screamed as if possessed, her hand smashing a glass beside her, grabbing a shard, and charging towards Kelly. "I'm going to kill you!" Grace staggered forward, her face contorted in the extreme. But just as she took a couple of steps, she accidentally stepped on the wreckage of her computer that she had previously smashed, lost her balance, and crashed h

Stacy exclaimed as she was pulled into an embrace, Grace’s heart was pounding in her chest and Stacy could smell the fear in her scent, “Grace? What’s wrong?” “I got fired!” she sobbed, Grace usually had a beautiful voice which she used to entrance her prey but now she sounded like cat claws on a rope toy, “What? From the morgue? Why?” Stacy asked holding her tighter trying to comfort her friend, “The bastards found out I’m a Succubus, they said they don’t want Preter’s dealing with human corpses,” Grace replied, trying to hold back the tears, “What the Fuck? Come inside, I’ll get Amber to make some tea and we can talk, okay?” Stacy offered as she wiped the silver tears from Grace’s Icelandi

I honestly never imagined that Grace would turn against me like this and try to embarrass me and create a scene in the midst of the entire staffs in this mansion. I genuinely really loved this girl and I took her as a sister not knowing she was a harbouring hatred towards me because she and Emilio never worked out. And more so, she was the one feeding him lies about me. God! She is such a two faced bitch! "You disgust me to the bone I swear. Where did Emilio pick you up from?! Whether you accept it or not, you are a shameless slutty whore bought in a disgusting trade. You are worst than I am because you sell your body and pretend like a saint!" Grace reviled, anger coursing through her words

"Do we just sit here and twiddle our thumbs while she tears our lives apart?" Grace’s gaze hardened, her eyes glinting with a cold, dark determination. She looked out toward the horizon, her expression turning into a mask of pure steel. "I didn’t sacrifice everything, waiting for years, just to let some girl ruin me," she hissed. "I have never been defeated, and I don’t intend to start now. No one wins against me. Never." *

Although deep down I knew that where this conversation is heading to but I acted as if I have no clue about whatever he has to say next. "I met Grace when I was only eight years old. She was this little princess who was never loved and pampered. Her father was alcoholic and her mother was prostitute. They never loved her but she was okay with that. You know, her mother wanted to drag Grace into prostitution but somehow she managed to escape. You think that you know everybody, right? No, you don't. There are some stories which are always left unsaid. Grace never got love of her parents, it was only me, Blake and Riley who look after her. Just like a normal girl, she had dreams but then she wa

Vladimir said threatening her. Grace shivered and tears formed in her eyes after listening him. "What c-can I d-do for y-you King" Grace asked shuttering. She stills remembers what the royal beta and gamma did to her and the witches. If the royal beta and royal gamma can be this ruthless then she can't imagine how much ruthless and heartless the Kings can be.

Grace who had herself plastered to the door appalled by his barbaric acts jumped after hearing her name. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "H-He knows me-" she whispered in disbelief when Xavier shouted again making her flinch badly. "GRACE!! COME OUT OR IT WON'T END WELL WITH YOU TOO!!" His demonic roar sapped her energy. Grace could the pure rage and frustration in his voice. She palmed her mouth and shriveled into the seat. The driver had already fled leaving her behind. He knew that Grace would also run away just like others but Xavier’s fear had bound her limbs. She so badly wanted to escape this destructive reality but now he was here and the worst part was that he knew her. And

“Because he fights like you?” “No.” Vivienne leaned back, crossing one elegant leg over the other. Her eyes narrowed, reflecting the lamplight like a predator’s. “Because he believes he is in love with that surrogate girl he turned into a wife, into family, into some noble vision of protecting a child. People who believe are harder to break than mercenaries. They fight without calculation, they bleed without hesitation.” “And Grace?” Catherine pressed, her tone carefully neutral. Vivienne’s smile thinned. “Grace believes too. That’s what makes her dangerous and exploitable. Belief blinds you to the angles of the board. Grace will walk straight into the fire if she hears her child’s cry.”

How unfortunate! The hate her hazel eyes had for him infuriated him. Kevin wanted those eyes to have submission and fear rather than disgust and hatred. He could still feel the stinging sensation of her slap. Though physically it didn't hurt yet it was a tight slap on his ego, an insult to him that he was going to avenge. He's going to break her and nobody could save her. No one but him.