Brahms X Greta Novels & Stories

Chris puffed out a breath " and just because Your son donated his sperm , doesn't really make you our grandmother , we have seen each other for like four or five times ? Our family's milkman has seen us more than you have " " what do you mean by that ?" Demanded Greta like Chris wasn't clear in speech , just for the record he was but Greta was always like this if anyone made a reasonable , well justified claim that she couldn't refuse , she will act like she had never once heard it , typical grandmother behaviour if you ask me . " He meant that you have never shown us enough attention , please keep it that way and get out " I replied flashing her my brightest smile

Halle sent a text to Greta and the woman was in her apartment in less than forty minutes, wanting to hear every detail about Halle’s meeting. “Things are going to change now,” Greta smiled at Halle, an emotion crossing her green eyes that Halle couldn’t identify. “Hopefully they’ll before the better,” Yeah. Halle breathed out slowly. Hopefully.

She glanced at him when she thought no one noticed. Footsteps interrupted us. Small ones. Brahms stood in the doorway, hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep. “Mama.” Isabella immediately softened. He walked straight to her, climbed beside her, and rested his head on her thigh. Half asleep. Caleb looked at him and smiled. “So you’re Brahms.” Brahms opened one eye. “Yes.” “I hear you play piano.” “I do.” Brahms looked interested now. “You like piano?” “I failed at piano.”

Xander kiss her cheek,Isabelle chuckle and rub her tummy. "I'm famished,make me something husband"She said. ____________________ Bronsilaw move to and fro from the kitchen to the living room,bringing one dish or the other to the table,Greta lay on the couch her legs upward counting the lines on the ceiling,Maja buried her face on her laptop while Isabelle taste each dishes. "This place is not that old."Greta said thoughtfully. "Bron,Is living in without any problem?And we all know Bronsilaw isn't the tolerating type"

Greta was very good at appeasing Trishia. She bowed at her like a slave worshipping her master. “Then?” Trishia asked impatiently while her right eyebrow curled upward. “I saw that woman and Mr. Sky went out with his car just a minute ago,” Greta answered like she was putting a piece of wood in a flame.

Vigo raised a suspicious eye at her. “Don’t call me your love, you unfeeling bastard.” Greta retorted. “Getting haughty on me already are you, bitch? Everyone knows, you are just his willing whore. Don’t get too high and mighty on us, you ain’t his wife yet and we can still do things to you without the devil’s knowledge.” Vigo threatened. “Do your worst, you worthless scum!” Greta responded angrily and hurriedly left them before either could react. “You may have been too harsh on her Mio Fratello. How can we get her as an ally now?” asked Brio.

“And brought... help.” “She’s my friend,” I replied evenly. “She’s also your daughter.” Greta’s eyes twitched. “How generous of you, ma’am,” she said coolly. “Dragging my daughter into your circus.” Rhea rolled her eyes behind me. “Relax, Mother. I like the circus.” Greta rolled eyes. Madden emerged beside me then—suit flawless, eyes unreadable, jaw clenched like he’d spent the entire drive swallowing curses. He said nothing. Not even a nod to Greta, who immediately stepped aside for him like a well-trained soldier.

"It was good seeing you again. Brings back… memories." Travis shifted his chair just enough to break the contact. "Goodbye, Greta." "That's it? No dramatic reunion? No 'take care of yourself'?" she teased. "Goodbye," he repeated, clipped and final. For a moment, she just looked at him, the playful gleam in her eyes dimming. Then she straightened, smoothing her hair. "Well. Same old Travis." "Same old," Liam muttered under his breath. Greta glanced around the table. "Goodbye, boys. Try not to get into too much trouble without me."

He’s bossing her around and coaxing her, and yet her fierce is tamed since she downed way too many beers. They have been hilarious together for the last couple of hours. Bickering relentlessly and then cozying up and acting like a couple for a while before bickering again. Flirting then fighting. Holding hands, then Greta batting him over the shoulder for no reason, and he’s even piggybacked her twice. Bryant is doing his utmost to act like a gentleman, and Greta is doing her utmost to sass him and cause wars at every turn. She’s putting him through his paces for sure, but as they have been side by side all evening, I feel like Greta is not really against him at all. She’s smiling way more t

Brixton was walking around while thinking about his next actions for when the war began. Helena sat on an old tree stump as she thought what she and her husband would do if they were stopped by anyone as they attempt to do what they are planning to do. That night the war started at sunset. The moon had red on it, as it's said, 'blood on the moon'. The moon was not full it was a crescent moon. The night was Christmas Eve. Silence filled the air as the warriors marched into battle. As the two opposing families formed a line in front of each other, Raul and Dronnicka stepped forward facing each other. The battle wouldn't begin until the two Kings shook hands then it will be on. Raul was the fi