Unbound Grace Novelas e Histórias

Grace stood there stunned for a moment, watching Lindsay's figure disappear from sight. It felt like she had lost something precious, a mix of unspoken anger and disappointment weighing heavily on her heart. How could Lindsay be like this? They were bound by blood; they were family! Grace had already realized that the adopted daughter wasn't as innocent as she seemed and that the supposed grievances Lindsay had mentioned might not have been exaggerated after all. Grace had personally come to make peace with Lindsay, hoping to clear up the misunderstandings and bring her back home. She had already humbled herself and offered a way out, but Lindsay refused to take it.

But my lips would not move. “I see it in you,” Grace said softly, almost tenderly. “The battle. The hunger. The fear.” Her hand pressed lightly over my wrist, holding it, though not tightly. My fingers trembled. “You think you are ruined already,” she continued. “You think you cannot be cleansed. But sin is not in the body, my child. Sin is in surrender. It is in the choice.” Her eyes pierced mine. Her fingers trailed once more down my arm, so slowly that my skin burned beneath the fabric.

Liam was strumming a guitar, playing something quiet and folk-like. And Grace. Grace was nineteen. She was the youngest, the surprise, the miracle born after the war was supposedly over. She stood up. She was wearing a simple white dress, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. She held a glass of sparkling water. "One more toast," Grace said. Her voice was soft, but it carried the same quiet authority that Aria had developed over decades. "We're out of cider," Theo noted sleepily from his chair. "I don't need cider," Grace said. "I just need you to listen."

She only smiled and said, “Mom, your blessings are enough. Even if more outsiders attended this wedding, I would not know them either. I would be living with Sebastian in the future and not with others, so what do I need so many people for?” Grace became even happier when she heard that. She raised her wrist to hold Sabrina’s hand, casually put an emerald green bracelet on Sabrina’s wrist, and said with a smile, “My daughter-in-law is the most understanding and kind. I am happy. I would also be at ease even if I were to cross over to the other side.” Sabrina held on to Grace’s hand, pretended to be angry, and said, “Mom, today is a joyous occasion for Sebastian and I, you are not allowed to

How could her fate be tied with Luveas? Tiny Kin, noticing her cluelessness, stepped forth and spilt, "That oath is not the one that you should have said. A Lifetime Companion Oath is impossible to undo unless death comes between you!" Amethyst squinted at him. "Lifetime Companion? What does that mean?" She had never heard of such an oath. Her parents only taught her to memorize the oath and to say it once but only for someone they care about. Well, Amethyst stopped learning about other oaths after her parents went missing. Also, after that, no one could teach them properly because they were busy running and hiding from danger.

Her warm hand could even bring the fast rhythm of his heart back to a calm rhythm. Surprised by this, Adelard said, "I'm so happy and grateful to you." "I know. And that's enough for me," she said, still not looking him in the eye. Her gaze wandered from one thing to another, but never stopped on him. "Your gratitude is enough for me. I know that every word you say is sincere. And sincerity is not to be found these days. So perhaps it's more valuable than gold." "I am so ashamed. You saved my son's life."

"Carson did not beat me!" As I felt the tears run down my cheeks, I used my fingernails to claw at his hand that was around my neck. Thankfully, he let me go and stepped away because I was starting to feel lightheaded. "No one beats me because I'm unbeatable! I've always been unbeatable!" He continued to shout as I cough trying to regain my breathing. He turn to face me again and I held on to my neck and looked at him. "Carson is just lucky, but unfortunately, his luck's about to run out."

She exhaled slowly, then knelt to help me up. She handed me an envelope. In it was a plane ticket. "Tomorrow's the last day," she said. "This is your flight out." Then she looked at me, pain in her eyes. "Tomorrow is your child's funeral. I know my brother doesn't deserve forgiveness, but that baby… he was yours. I hope you'll send him off properly, before you go." I paused. Then nodded. The next morning, I arrived at the family estate before dawn. This child—my child—cost me a lot to bring into the world. And yet I never even got to hold him once before saying goodbye.

Ben was in the middle management, and he was paid fairly well. It was completely different from the poor image that they had displayed in their livestream. [So it’s not because they’re poor, they just didn’t want to pay her back!] [He’s receiving a high salary while using his mother-in-law’s retirement fund. What on earth is this behavior?] [When she was taking care of her ill husband, her daughter only visited three times? That’s so cold-blooded!] The change in public opinion had made Lydia and Ben frantic. They deleted their previous livestream video.

It was still the same in my memory—after all, it hasn’t been weeks ever since grandma had died and Alaric had announced to everyone the dissolution of our bond while bringing a woman with him—parading her and as if he was telling everyone that she’s more important than the mate he has. I shook my head, forcing myself to stop thinking about it—forcing those thoughts to hide that even I, couldn’t access to those thoughts. I stepped out of the car just as the driver’s seat opened. A servant bowed stiffly, eyes flicking to my face before dropping quickly, as if startled. “Luna Ashbourne,” she greeted. I paused. Then corrected calmly, “Elena Frost.” Her lips parted slightly. “Y—yes. Miss Frost.”