Lee_Grace

Volume I
Liliana is a kind-hearted woman whose dream is to become a nun, but her parents push her to pursue a career in medicine. 
After her parent's death, she decides to give their home away only for an unsavoury man named Tristan to approach her for the house.
After a brief investigation, she accepts him as a tenant.
Tristan is a demon who seeks to cause chaos in the world to gain more power. Despite his initial intention to play with her for fun, Liliana's pure soul begins to affect Tristan, making him question his power. 
But secrets are strong enough to destroy bonds.

Volume II
It was difficult to let go of someone you loved more than anything. Tristan realized that his inner demon was getting stronger and was targeting the woman he loved. He didn't want her to be hurt, so he erased every memory of himself from her mind and sent her away.

Left alone and in pain, he tried to make amends by doing good deeds with his wealth. Years passed, and he learned to live without her, but then fate brought her back to him in a men's bathroom.

Although he was overjoyed to see her, he faced the challenge of winning her heart again as she had forgotten about him.

OTHER BOOKS; A Must Bond
JUST ONE NIGHT

The book cover is not mine.


Instagram page; leegrace04
Discord account; Lee Grace #7240
Facebook; Author Lee_Grace


Happy reading!

His Heart Chosen

Liliana removed her hand from his chest and the tattoos returned to his body, she looked astonished as she gave him an askance expression. "Touch me again." Was his order with that smoky voice. "I like it when you touch me." He added. Liliana touched his chest as he said not because he said he liked it. Well, he liking it was 20% part of the reason she touched him, the remaining percentage was because it was so surprising to her.

How was that possible? She removed her hand and his tattoos appeared on his skin but the ones which looked like it was fading still looked the same. She began to draw on his chest by tracing his tattoos but she figured nothing out of the drawing on his skin.

Tristan pushed himself to stand straight and perhaps walk away but she took his broad arms into her tiny hands and pulled him back.

For a week