Greengrass Family Novels & Stories

Standing, he took Greta’s bag from her and set it under the window out of the way. “Greta Johansson. I would like to introduce you to Ms. Fitz Stephan. She’s the matriarch of one of the founding families here in Evergreen Grove. They run the lumbermill among other businesses in the region.” Greta smiled and made all the greetings before Ms. Fitz Stephan directed her to sit at the table. Ms. Fitz Stephan directed the server to refresh the cups and bring Greta one, too.

He walked up to Louis and said, “Young Master, the Grayson family has started pressure tactics in the industry. I’m not sure when it started.” “No rush, you don’t need to gather all the information on the Grayson family,” Louis asked calmly, his finger brushing across his lips with the lingering warmth of Lalisa’s kiss. “It’s probably close enough. The Grayson family relies on the Sherwood family, and the Sherwood Group is deeply involved in various industries,” McKay replied.

"What have you been doing for all these days?" Theodore replied, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes. "I've been dealing with some of the Graves family's old guards." His presence suddenly radiated a bloody intensity. "Things turned dangerous, which delayed my return." Grace frowned, sensing the gravity of the situation. Her jasmine pheromones grew solemn. "Mr. Graves handed over the entire family to you back then. You're saying you've taken them all out?" The Graves family was an overseas black-ops organization, composed of the most reckless and wolfish individuals.

Most settlements were destroyed this way as my grandmother told me, leaving only three large cities in the entire world, the Hawks which is around Asia, Haven Point in Africa and A****n in America; which is where I and Elsa stay. The rest of the world is dead, more like a forgotten desert with little or no presence of plant life or water. In A****n, we are all expected to belong to a particular group from age eighteen. Elsa and I turned eighteen a few weeks ago and we have to take the final test that will earn us spots in the Foraging group among the Farmers. We have been attending lessons all our lives and today we will no longer be students but working adults. We walk confidently to the Tr

"Do you need us to call Ashton here, sweetie?" "Um no." I said, wiping a tear. "We- we broke up." The room became quiet. "Caleb," dad said. "Bring the shovel. We've got... some business to do." Caleb nodded. "Yeah, we do." And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I gained a hatred for forest green eyes. But hey, I read somewhere that only 2% of the world's population had green eyes, so there might be a very little chance that I see another one again.

Another woman added, “Yeah, Mr. Green has always been gentle, never losing her temper. Every time we go to the Wilder Group for meetings, he barely says anything. What happened today?” The first person said, “The problem is that Mr. Green is from the Jameson family. Years ago, I read news about the Jameson family. Both the son and daughter were members of the International Medical Organization. They’re all dead now, but the news from Hurricane Media also mentioned that Mr. Green is the daughter’s child. That means...”

answered the team leader. Charmine frowned. “The Warren family?” The team leader then sent some documents about the Warren family. The Warren family was into biotechnology. They focused on inventing all kinds of advanced medication. The documents had detailed information on each of the family members, and their eldest daughter was married to the Granger family. In other words, the Warren family was related to the Granger family. Charmine frowned. In this sense, the Warrens should be a loyal and reputable family. Why would they steal the sword?

There was no doubt that the Admiralporium captains were all capable, as Chadwick came back with an answer shortly—Breezy Group was behind it. Hansel Grant! ‘Looks like it’s time to meet the top company in Greenspring…’ As soon as this thought flashed in Kayson’s mind, he asked Cody what kind of businesses the others’ families were running. Leyla’s family was in fashion design, manufacturing and retail, while Diego’s family was involved in construction material supply. Kayson then called Diego. “Do you know Northspring’s Shaun Cash?” Diego was surprised. “That’s the building material mogul in Skyriv. My family runs the same business. How could I not know him?”

The notion of this green-haired scion seeking to avenge his fallen brother was, admittedly, a tad amusing to me. But then, a voice beside me broke the silence, a gentle reminder that I was not alone in my observations. "The Green Family's bloodline art is one of the exceptional arts," the speaker murmured, "which can boost the growth and acquisition of strength, while also enhancing mana. They are the only ones who have a green aura. You should not take it lightly."

The two family’s had always been close. Bailey Everleigh never thought too much about it until the summer that everything changed. She had been raised with her own family, and theirs was always nearby as well. They did almost everything together. She had always thought it was because both were large families. They understood the way things were done in them that people who didn’t have eight-plus kids could never.