Romans & histoires Unbound Grace

Fist clenched, breath drawn deep, I channeled strength into my core. My fist collided with the tree's trunk. Crack! Two fissures erupted from the point of impact, racing outward, splitting the trunk in two. Shock painted their faces. The tree's crown lurched, crashing down with a 'whoosh!' The earth trembled, leaves took flight. I shook out my hands and faced them squarely. "Had I actually pushed her, she'd be in the hospital right now." Alice's tears ceased, her complexion ghostly. Victoria's rage gave way to terror, her grip on Alice's arm so fierce that her nails could have drawn blood.

Please… come back…" Nathan fell to the floor, his back propped against the wall. He wept, tears slipping down his cheeks. At last, he was left with nothing. At one time, he had convinced himself that helping Evelyn was the right thing to do. But now, he realized it had all been nothing more than a ridiculous farce. All along, the fool had been him. His mistake could never be forgiven. The weight of defeat descended like a final curtain. … One day, something unexpected happened. After Nathan liked my photos on Instagram, he showed up at my office after work. The sunset was stunning, but I couldn't focus on its beauty. After all, the last person I wanted to see was now standing right in front

"I'll let you go. Take this as my compensation to you. It'll make your life easier. I'll forever be waiting for your return, Skylar." I didn't believe in forever anymore. I only believed in myself. At that moment, I finally felt truly free. After Corbin left, I gave the black card to a local charity. At least, his money would be used for something good. The flight today departed right on time. The air hostesses were nice, and the passengers on board were friendly too. I looked out of the plane window, observing the blue sky and white clouds that passed by. I had never felt so liberated in my life. The plane climbed higher and higher in the air.

Half to my foundation. "This donation isn't about buying forgiveness. It's about putting my money where my apology is. About using my privilege and resources to support the causes Grace cares about." Carter looked directly into the camera. "Grace Monroe is the strongest person I know. She survived my betrayal and built an empire. She raised our sons alone for two years while I refused to acknowledge them. She gave me supervised visits when she could've shut me out completely. She's been giving me chances I didn't deserve because she's better than I ever was."

The Unbound has stepped into the open. And nothing will ever be hidden again.

Not a creation. Just Grace.

> “Dear Luna Alaina, I will still address you as my Luna because, to me, that will never change. Even if Freya succeeds in her plans to become Luna of the Moonridge Pack, my loyalty remains with you. I know I have betrayed your trust. I know you feel hurt by what I have done. But Freya threatened me, Alaina. I was terrified they would take everything from me, and I regret it every single day. They mistreated me, forced me to steal food, and used my guilt to control me. But I finally escaped. I need to see you, to tell you everything. About the Moonridge Pack, about what they plan to do to you now that they see your power growing. They are going to try to use you again, Alaina. You need to kn

Grace rolled her eyes at his thoughts. "Not everyone wants power and money... Some people value love also..." "Hmm.." He looked at her. "Do you believe in love?.." Grace looked at him. "I don't owe you this answer..." She replied and was about to turned around but gasped when Dom grabbed her arm and easily dragged her towards him. Grace gulped when he got on top of her and pinned her down with his body. "You owe everything to me..." He whispered on her lips. "You are under my mercy"

James slashed into the whipper’s neck and shook, a demon with his first meal in months. Screams…silence…death… Just like that, Grace was freed from whatever had bound her. She straightened. Sharp lances of pain shot from her back, spiraling through the rest of her. She hardly noticed. Her gown sagged from her shoulders, momentarily exposing her breasts. Hurriedly she righted the material, holding it up.

"One day, you will sit in a room where someone is waiting for your nod, your hand, or just one fair word from you. When that day comes, remember the road you took to get here." Lila nodded hard and pinned the badge to her chest. When she walked out, her back was straighter than when she had come in. Sunlight came through the window and landed on the new file on my desk. It was a proposal for a fund that Northbridge would use to invest in companies founded by low-income women, immigrant women, and founders mainstream capital kept ignoring. I already had a name for it. The Grace Fund. There were still so many Grace Walkers in this world. They were trapped in their own coal towns, ledgers, cont