This Vicious Grace の小説・ストーリー

A young maid named Grace, cautious and quiet, glanced nervously as Ivy stepped into the kitchen under the pretense of retrieving water. “I know what’s happening,” Ivy whispered, lowering her voice to a near hiss. “I see it. I know what Victor is capable of.” Grace froze, eyes wide, but didn’t run. There was recognition there, a silent understanding that Ivy wasn’t there to betray, she was there to survive, and maybe… help. “Miss Ivy, you… you can’t do anything,” Grace said softly. “He’ll...”

Gracko scoffed, his voice laced with disdain. Gracko's voice dripped with malevolence, his words hanging in the air like a malignant promise. "You are mistaken. I haven't even started punishing you. When I do, you won't even have the strength to ask for forgiveness." His eyes seemed to gleam with an unholy light, his chiseled features twisted into an evil smile that sent shivers down Vanessa's spine.

She added. Victor let out an angry chuckle, his nostrils flaring. “Did you decide to stick around till I'm awake just to tell me that, or to point out what you’ve done? Or to show me that you’re truly a harlot?” Victor snapped back, his anger rising. “Don't make me more angry than this, just get out of my room.” Victor said angrily again, already stepping closer to her. Grace quickly stepped back and then turned so that it would be her front that would be facing him while she walked backwards out of his room.

"Wendigo!? That's not possible! He would have to commit cannabilism and...and.." "Liam wouldn't commit the unforgivable sin? Well, he did. Cleo helped. He killed a wolf at a rogue camp a couple of days ago. But, you know as well as I there is no earthly magic that can save him. Dark magic, on the other hand, would fix it." Grace's face is torn as her soul battles against her demonic nature. She holds on to the last piece of her soul; her hope for Selene and Luke. They were the thin thread keeping her from being sucked dry. "What game are you playing, Grace? One minute you're some heartless dehman; the next, it's like your humanity is coming through. What is your endgame here?"

That's when her eyes fluttered open. Just barely. Just enough to fix on my face with startling clarity despite her condition. "You..." she rasped, her voice barely audible. Mrs. Daniels was still on the phone a few feet away, pacing anxiously as she answered the dispatcher's questions. Grace's hand lifted slightly, trembling, and her fingers caught weakly at my sleeve. "You bitch," she whispered, and despite everything—despite the blood and the broken bones and the fact that she was clearly dying—her voice was filled with pure venom. "All you know how to do is ruin people's plans."

“And now, I need you to remember who you really are.” She leaned close and whispered again: “Ashes to Ashford.” Adrian gasped, his pupils dilating, body seizing. Grace arrived just in time to see him collapse. The Moment Before Madness “No!” she screamed, rushing forward. Jade turned, calm and composed. “Ah, my beautiful disappointment,” she said to Grace. “You always had fire. But you lacked vision.” Grace knelt beside Adrian, his body twitching violently. “You broke him,” she whispered, tears in her eyes.

Ben was dead because of her. “Am sorry Dora, but I need to get out of here and go back to Ryan" Grace said but there wasn't a hint of remorse in her voice, she sounded like this was a casual thing. Dora always thought her father was Evil, his deeds were no secret but looking at Grace at the moment, she felt perhaps she had been a little mislead. Evil wasn't when you do horrible things publicly, it was pretending to be a good person, a person everyone liked and yet in secret be able to do the worst things ever. Evil was Grace after she killed an innocent man who didn't deserve to die. Dora didn't say a word, she watched as Grace banged on the door demanding to be let out, she didn't cry, cons

Grace- Get out of my head, I should’ve said no, why didn’t I move? I couldn’t move, fuck me… It’s me, Grace Rue. A girl with problems, the only thing I’m allowed to marry, I don’t deserve a man, especially one like Phoenix. He's doing things, he’s maybe cast a certain spell inside my veins that’s luring me inside his trap, a rather beautiful one. There’s Archie, who says he loves me but wants my body, there’s Levi, who wants my body but doesn’t fuck me, and then there’s Phoenix, who doesn’t fuck me but loves me.

“Why aren’t you replying to my messages anymore, Grace? Is this how you want to avenge your mother’s death?! I’ve been asking you to keep me updated but your last message was about Damon’s sister? Does Damon even have a sister? Instead of falsely accusing me why don’t you clench your fist in anger and avenge your mother?! I’ve told you countless times how your mother died and you’ve grieved with me. Stop making me feel like I’m the only one who cares about her. I will never let Marcy Veyra’s death slide. This is the type of spirit I want you to have!” The letter came to a conclusion. My stomach sank and my heart became heavy. I could barely recall how to inhale and exhale properly. My vision

Grace held her head and suddenly shouted, "No, I am not wrong, I am doing everything for her good. I will give her everything, I will give her a rich life ... Am I wrong? Am I wrong?” Victoria looked at her while she talked to herself, and she continued, "Lemoine has already confessed, and you deliberately caused him to kill Valentine, because Valentine had evidence and evidence of you harming my father. So, you bribed Lemoine to kill Valentine, and I know Valentine is your high school classmate, but you actually killed him yourself." "He deserves to die ... He deserves to die; he dared to threaten me ... I, Grace, hate it when others threaten me the most. If he didn't threaten me that day,