Nadine Lewington Greta Novels & Stories

I can feel my stomach trying its best to dreg up more vomit as echoes of Nadia’s moans replay in my mind. “Emery.”, I feel a pair of hands on my shoulder and I look up and see Greta, one of the nannies who works in the packhouse. She’s one of the older wolves, a mother of three with a daughter who’s probably my age. Her concern filled eyes roam my face for a second and in a soft but grim tone she speaks, “Follow me.” I take a deep breath and i follow Greta but not before muttering to one of the guards on watch, “Take that flower pot out back and replace it.”

I was angrier knowing I wouldn't be able to stop him, I looked at Lily as he pulled the trigger. "It's such a pity, you'd have been a pretty tough thing" "Stop!" A voice from the corner room, says subtlety and he lowers his gun. The entire room is graveyard quiet as footsteps fill the entire sound of the room. Her short blonde hair has a perfect equal cut to cover forehead, cheek bones highlighted and semi pointed nose is placed right before her petite lips. She looks at me and says "My name is Greta" She lit a cigarette and stood up. Walking out the house she offers one more statement.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Silver: “Imagine living your life believing you're raising your own daughters, only to discover you've been deceived by the people you trusted most. That is what happened to my son. She fed him lies, manipulated him into marrying her, and forced him to raise children who were never his. Then that ungrateful bitch continued cheating on him with other men.” Lady Greta had been speaking for the past fifteen minutes, calling me every name imaginable while I stood on the stage to her right beside my father like a convicted criminal.

Delta Valor left to inform Alpha Logan about our arrival, and we hauled our bags, boxes and luggage into the houses. Greta was struggling with a heavy box, and Agatha yelled at her with a large stack of books in her hands, “You're too young to be tired, Greta.” Greta Coleman was Agatha’s granddaughter and amongst the most powerful witches in our coven. “And you're too old to be alive, but here we are, grandma.” She retorted with a smirk on her lips, and I snapped my gaze at her with a stern glance, suppressing the laughter that tried to elude me.

She previously thought that Carwyn Levi would not confront her no matter what, but now it seems she was completely wrong. This man could do anything as long as it was for Grainne's sake. Without any concealment, Carwyn Levi's gaze swept over Nadia as if penetrating her heart. Nadia knows that her tricks can only deceive ordinary people.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

Greta asked trying to keep up with Daniel's steps. That's was her middle name, Irina Louise Dunne, after marrying Adam Lewis she dropped her middle name because it sounded kind of weir, you know what I mean, Irina Louise Lewis," Daniel explained with a laugh. Greta laughed along, nodding her head a few times, she could understand the reason.

He browsed a lady's profile then extended it back to them. Wilson scrolled down the lady's profile, he found out she was a model. “Greta Christopher” “She's currently in Sydney. You should have a partnership with her or recruit her as a part . Age: thirty years old. Net worth, $300 millon.” By hearing her net worth Wilson had picked an interest in her, moreover she was a ravishing beauty. He found a reason to hire another model and Greta was the right bait. “But Henrietta is your ex wife. Your mother did everything to get her the crown she has now.”

But Greta's words offered a different perspective. Georgina inhaled deeply, understanding the potential benefits of Greta's advice. With a determined look in her eyes, she finally nodded. "You're right, Greta. I'll act like I'm on his side and see where that takes me." Greta smiled with a sense of relief, knowing that this shift in strategy offered Georgina a glimmer of hope. It was a risky game to play, and Georgina was well aware of the dangers of it, but it was a risk she was willing to take for the sake of her daughter and her own freedom.