Novels by Grace

Six, months later-“Adrian.” I moaned,his lips sucked on my neck, his other hand rubbing circles on my clit,I moaned, at the bite on my neck.“Someone will see.”I moan, “then let them, darling,”The elevator door opens, and I push him away, scared, a old woman enters the elvator.As the elevator, stops at the top floor, the scannar beeps as the door opens ,our hands intertwined, as he carries me to his room.He throws me on the bed, “I am going to fuck you so hard, baby that your thorat will be hoarse screaming my name.”“Then fuck me husband, I need you.” I bring him closer, with his collar, a chain dangling on his neck,as I taste him.Before, I know, he ripped off my panites, his mouth sucking and nipping, I cried out when he harshly made me sleep on my tummy, raising my ass in the air, he thrusted in, “Oh god.” I screamed, his other hand went around my hair, he threw my head back with his grip.His lips pressed against mine, swallowing my screams,as he thrusted in and out “You ar

THIRD PERSON POV.Soon, The battle in the dimly lit warehouse continued, with the two sides locked in a fierce struggle.Adrian's martial arts on display, as he relentlessly pummeled Jacob with a series of powerful punches. Jack staggered, struggling to defend himself “Now this is fucking high, I wanted.” Adrian graoned, Landon managed to land a vicious cut on Adrian, his blade slicing through the air with deadly precision from back.Adrian winced in pain, a searing gash marring his side, but he didn't relent. As the fight raged on, Adrian's reinforcements with men, closed in on Landon and Jacob, their combined strength and numbers beginning to win.A sudden gunshot reverberated through the air. Winston, who had been bound and injured, took a bullet, the shot fired by Landon in a final act of desperation. Time seemed to freeze as Winston crumpled to the ground, pain etched across his face, Worried itched into Adrian’s face, he walked to him, “fuck you are bleeding too much,”Taki

As soon as we reach the home, he pushes me against the wall, “I thought maybe, for once, you came back for me.”“But how can I forget, that you will always be his sister.”He spat, his eyes throwing daggers, at me.“What happened, what did I do?” I spoke out softly confused seeing him so angry.He scoffs, “You can drop the act, darling.”“I seriously don’t know- ” He punched the wall, beside me, hurt flashed in his eyes, “You never know, you never did, it’s me I am the cursed one, who remember everything and still doesn’t forget this face.”His hand on my jaw, for a second, he went somewhere else, he was looking into me, but not at me“Adrian.” I whisper, my hands caress his face, and just like that he came back, “Calm down-” his arm grabs mine as he drags us to his room.Taking the photo frame,that I kept beside his bed, he held it tightly, untill it crushed under his grip, “Adrian.”I screamed, blood dripped from his hand.“A fucking camera built in the photoframe, nice idea darling.”

A day later-9.00PMToday is different,that’s what I said when the day started, but I guess not,the night weather is chilly cold, and he is not home.I have no appetite, twirling the fork in my hands, his face pops infront of me, he looked different today, his face pale, his posture stiff,his eyes red, as if he had sleepless night.Suddenly, footsteps echo, I freeze. Adrian walks into the kitchen, the buttons, on his white shirt open, his hair dishelved, as if he had run his fingers through them too many times, as he moves closer, the smell of alcohol hits me.His piercing eyes watches me.“Is he drunk?”“No, I am not darling.” His voice booms in the empty silence, making me realise, I just spoke it out aloud.“Wait,Adrian.” I say, but he just raises his hand in air, in denial and leaves.Slowly, I walk towards his room, expecting it to be locked, but it opens, with my push.Surprise flickers me, Finding Adrian in bed, his lips murmuring, “I am sorry,mom.” his voice filled with agony

CHAPTER 69.I thought bitter words hurt, but his ignorance, his denial of me hurts more then anything, as if am stabbed, but there is no blood, no wounds, yet it pains so much.Adrian’s pov. “Sir, your home is breached.”Thomas spoke.Getting up from the chair, the view of the city appeared, from the glass to ceiling walls, curiosity rose,in me.Who dares to enter my home without permission.“It’s Ma’am.” I breathed out, a uncomfortable feeling grew in me, suffocating me, my hands touched my chest, where the scar is left.The night engraved in my skin, the bullet didn’t hurt much but the one who shot, did.“Do you want me to take immediate action?” Thomas, voice more pleading, he is not just my assistant, but the only one I can consider my family, my brother, who has been there with the tides.“No, let her be.”“I think you should not trust her, what if-” Thomas worried voice, made me chuckle, “Don’t worry, Winston, I will handle it.”“I am sorry, you are my boss, but I am saying this

A week later.In the silence of night,from moon,to the stars,till the rays of sun,with eyes fixed on thelovers’ intertwined hands,I see you.in the tiny breaths, with the tiny steps I take,Why does my feet want to runto you?Is it because, you are the cure to the madness living in me?I scribble the words in my diary before writing the next line.Or is it the the madness, you left in me, with your fading touch?“Butterfly?” Jack’s voice startles me, hiding the diary under the pillow, “Yes, are you ready?”“Yeah, just a minute.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I give a light touch to my hair, before leaving the room.His gaze falls on me, I smile at him, “You look beautiful.”“You look nice too.” I murmur, he offers me his hand and I take it.As we sit in mustang, he drives, my mind takes me back,all I did, was cry in my room.Locking myself in the room, with no lights on, I slept or atleast tried to escape from it all, but even in dreams he haunts me.The mirror haunts me,