This Vicious Grace の小説・ストーリー

No one defy me, not even fucking queen. "What the fuck are you doing, leave me!" Grace hissed at me like a cute rabbit. Her chubby cheeks and slight appearance of her teeth on her lips makes her look like a bunny. Not to mention her small size. She is cute, not threatening. Cute but fiesty. I grabbed the remote and locked the door which is highly secured with technology. "Leave me..." Grace glared at me with her big dove like eyes. "Okay!" I pushed her on the bed. "What the fuck!"

"I'm grateful for my mom and sister, I'm grateful for your family who treats me like I'm their flesh and blood. I'm grateful to God for having an amazing man like you and I'm more grateful for peanut who is growing well and healthy." "Today marks the end of my first trimester which is such a relief because it means peanut is out of any danger whatsoever." "And very soon, we are going to find out the gender of our little miracle. I'm so overwhelmed. I pray nothing takes away our joy." Stanley cupped her face. "We both had horrible pasts and I think the hour for our happily ever after is here. Nothing will take away our joy." He assured. "Never have I been this happy and I'm grateful to God fo

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

She was just the same like all the women who shared her blood. "Your Grace, what convenient timing." Blackthorne gave a lazy smile without a nod or a bow, apparently this rake didn't care to show him the least of the damned formality. "Find yourself another conquest, Blackthorne. That one is not available for the hunt. You will keep your distance away from her as far as you possibly can. Do you understand?" A spark flashing in Blackthorne's eyes as they met his gaze. "Very well, Your Grace. There's just one little problem,"

I looked at it and froze. No, I think I looked at it, died, and came back a statue. My heart that was beating rapidly before just stopped altogether. I couldn't breathe anymore. My lungs quit their job and stopped functioning. Then we made eye contact. No. Then I believe I blacked out. The last thing I remember seeing were those haunting gray-blue orbs ... ************** Thanks everyone for reading so far... Here is the end of book one on THE VICIOUS ALPHA.. Please, kindly leave an encouraging comment, review and highlights. Keep sending your votes and stars... I appreciate and love you all.

I say, but she ignores me as she paces around the living room. “Are you telling me you are like Parisi?” Grace asks and I stand walking to her. I place my hands on her neck and her eyes meet mine as I caress her skin lightly with my thumb as I shake my head. “I am nothing like that fucker, I don’t traffic women, I don’t rape women, I don’t force them to do things they don’t want, and I sure as hell don’t hurt innocent women,” I add and Grace’s eyes widen again as her hands fly to touch mine. Her hands gripping mine but she doesn’t push away.

After all, the child was not capable of such cruelty. Children didn't possess the ruthless ambition that could drive them to commit such vicious acts. And moreover, Caden was Grace's flesh and blood. Sylvia believed that a mother would never allow her child's hands to be stained with such blood. So, if Grace had truly sought to harm Connor, she would have kept the deed hidden from Caden. Using her maternal instincts to speculate, Sylvia concluded that Caden was truly pitiable, his mind no doubt shattered by the horror he had witnessed. -

And Alaric clearly agreed as he subconsciously gripped tighter onto my hand, staring at her with furrowed brows. "My name is Vivian Black. I'm one of the Original Witches, the Mirror Witch." She suddenly spoke, her voice a raspy whisper where I could almost see the air. "And I give this power to thee; Ines Silvia Agua. May she live a life of peace amongst Humans with no struggle of fitting in, may she be loved, understood and graced with the light of the Thousand Stars in which Selene watches over her." Clapping her hands, a resounding echo chimed in my head, putting her gift in place.

“Are you drunk?” “No.” “You’re lying.” “I’m not.” She stands now. Trembling, flushed with rage. “You manipulative little bitch—” “I didn’t seduce him.” “Oh, but you’re so innocent?” “I love him,” Grace says. “And he loves me.” The slap comes sharp and immediate. Her cheek snaps sideways. The pain flares red and deep. She doesn’t flinch. Just lifts her eyes again, voice steady. “You never saw him. You never cared who he was.”

Benjamin — “Son of the right hand. Favor, protection, and blessing.” Then he turned to the girls, his voice softening even more. Grace — “Because grace saved us when anger could have destroyed everything.” Hope — “Self-explanatory. Hope survived when we almost didn’t.” Elena — “Shining light. Proof that pain doesn’t cancel brightness.” Faith — “Belief beyond evidence. We held on even when nothing made sense.” He looked at me then, his hand resting over mine. “Any of these names,” Croft said, his voice steady, “will remind our child that their life was born from chaos, but shaped by love, healing, and a future we chose together.”