Nadine Lewington Greta Novels & Stories

“If I fail, if I am not worthy, then I will step aside. But do not render judgment without witnessing what I can bring to our future.” A slow, reluctant shift came over the crowd. Some nodded in tentative approval, some still wary, but there was a discernible change in the atmosphere. Elder Margaret, who had previously voiced her doubts, now stood, a hint of respect gleaming in her eyes. "This is the true test of leadership," she said, addressing everyone. "The ability to face adversity and still stand tall. Let us give Luna the chance she deserves." Dillon and Nick raised their voices in agreement. "To Alpha Luna!" they shouted in unison.

I knew her true nature, and she was nothing short of evil. "Athena," Aiden voice pierced through the air, its volume intended to capture the attention of those on the ground floor, including Greta’s. Greta turned her head in our direction, her lips stretching into a wide smile. "Alpha Aiden," she greeted, her voice oozing with false

she replied warmly. “Now, Greta, at the club it’s just Arthur and Penelope,” he corrected with a smile. Greta carried herself with refined poise, but her conservative club attire cleverly concealed what appeared to be an exceptionally voluptuous figure. She stood about 6 feet tall with strong Germanic features, high cheekbones, and a slim waist that made the swell of her heavy breasts even more striking beneath the oversized top. She turned to Chloe and me. “I’m delighted you two are now members. I saw the announcement in the club newsletter.”

As the leader of the Manley Company, which had been in power for decades, what could be hidden from her eyes? "Xavier's fiancée, Jovanka, looks a lot like Leona, doesn't she?" Madame Nadine spoke softly, "Have you ever wondered about the relationship between Leona and Jovanka?" Archie quickly looked at his grandmother, "Grandma, do you know anything else that I don't know?" Mrs. Nadine smiled gently. "She's a very talented girl!" Mrs. Nadine did not answer Archie's words and said quietly, "She rarely shows her face in public, but there are only a few times when I catch a glimpse and it's enough to amaze the world."

Greta said with an anger that Halle couldn’t understand, but still, last thing she wanted was for a fight to erupt between the women. “I’m nor saying rubbish, you’re the one in denial if you don’t see the obvious chemistry between them!” Collette retorts with a snort of her own and she reached for the bowl of chips and stuck a handful into her mouth again, glaring at Greta. Tabitha chuckled, looking like she was enjoying the show. She had changed her hair back to it’s white color, the shade was brighter than the last though but as always Halle loved the new change and contemplated big she could pull it off as well.

Something inside me told me that her face looked familiar, but I didn't know exactly why. "I'm sorry about what happened. Mr. Fert is one of the most even-tempered men I know; he's a hard worker and a patron of environmental stewardship. He's just had a bit of a rough life after the loss of his daughter, and it's the first time in years he's lost his composure like that," she said immediately and introduced herself. "My name is Greta; I am just the conciliator sent by the Prime Minister to settle the situation." Her name told me nothing, so I nodded, and the matriarch frowned.

“Don’t tell me to calm down Greta, everywhere I go all I hear is, Amara this and Amara that….” She changes her voice to that of an infant when my name is mentioned, mockery clear in her tone. “…I’m sick to the death of hearing your name mentioned in this pack. This pack, that I am to be the Luna of.” Nina bellows out, the sound of plates shattering in the kitchen as her voice must travel the length of the bottom floor. “Can you not see with your own eyes?” Greta growls out next to me, her fist flying down on the

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

She was smiling at me, fully better but deep inside me, I wasn’t happy and it had nothing to do with Maria but more to do with Greta. When it comes to manipulation, stealing of identity, and ruining people, Greta is the right woman for the job. Greta is obviously behind Green. She sent Green. She brought Green over to make Maria feel less of herself. “Uhm, Declan?” Cara’s voice yanked me out of my thoughts. I turned to her, confused. Calmness is not what I expected from Cara. Cara is the life of the party, If she is calm and then there is a problem.

Selena's POV Greta’s cottage has that earthy scent of dried herbs mixed with the mustiness of old books. I’m perched on a wooden stool near the fireplace, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that’s gone cold. Damian stands by the window, arms crossed, watching the old woman as she sifts through a pile of leather-bound journals. "Greta." She doesn’t look up. "I heard you the first time, dear." "So why aren’t you responding?"