Nadine Lewington Greta Novels & Stories

Greta did not say another word as she wiped her mouth and then got up from the chair on which she was sitting before taking her to leave behind her, Levy saw her father getting up as well as he tried to talk to her about something most probably he was apologising for what Jacob did and said to Moira, Levy knew that her father must be thinking that this was a great opportunity for Jacob, after all, Moira was not only Logan’s sister but also Greta’s granddaughter who was the head of the council in the eyes of her father, Jacob was being stupid by not getting involved with Moira and imprinting on her.

she said as we weaved through the crowd. "Hey, ladies! This is Lexi, Leonardo's new chick," she said to a group of women clad in provocative dresses. Chick? "Hey!" They all waved at once. It was creepy, and I could only manage to give a nervous smile back. "Greta? Is she the one that helped Leo steal Luca's position?" one of them – a redhead – asked. A frown cascaded my face. What the fuck? "Hush, Madison..." one of them tried to speak, but she cut her off.

Standing for about five foot ten, I felt small in my five foot four inches height. "Thank you, may I know your name?" She had beautiful dark brown hair, braided neatly behind her back and her eyes are in identical color. I wondered if it is natural or it's a product of dye to match her eye color. Since I didn't remember her telling me who she is, so I asked for her name. Trying my best not to be intimated by the two. " I'm Greta, one of the best female warriors of the Cold Mountain pack and my job is similar to Ayah and Sam. I will be happy to be a part of your training."

Lena smiled to her and I looked at Lena confused. "She's just engaged to Leo last week." Lena said and my body froze. "I'm sorry, what?" I think I have en ear problem. "I'm going to get married to Leo by the end of this year." Nadine said as she walked towards the mirror. I was speechless hearing the news and my body turned numb knowing that he's engaged to another woman already. "Con- congratulations!" I said completely not knowing how to react hearing the news. "Thankyou." I turned to Nadine and I started to observe her closely. Her beauty is no joke, she's so beautiful, tall and so elegant. People might believe if she said shems a princess instead me who has the title of Princess of Swede

Greta was wicked. Mr. Hendrick was just quiet. "I see you," Greta whispered with a sinister grin. The old man didn't say a word. "Look, old man, you know what happened to those people who witnessed a crime, right?" Greta was full of confidence as she strode around Mr. Hendrick then she stopped behind him. The old butler was unmoved. Greta leaned forward and whispered at him. "I will kill you and no one needs to know," Greta laughed wickedly as she strode away.

Greta took a deep breath at the mention of her former daughter-in-law. “It seems she hasn’t come yet...” Betina replied. “Better if she doesn’t come, spare me heartburn...” Greta chatted for a few more minutes with Betina before asking to be excused. Turning the wineglass in her hand, Betina’s mouth lifted smugly into a smile at the knowledge that so many people hated Liana, but that was not enough, and if she did not completely humiliate Liana and crush her mercilessly on the ground, her anger and sadness accumulated over the past years would not dissipate!

I did not see why her name was ironic. “Why is her name funny Theodore?” She hid her face from sight. “It means supplanter, devotee of the virgin Mary…” She sounded sad. So her name meant she was a substitute for power who worshiped a virgin named Mary? Who is Mary? “Who is the virgin Mary? And why is that a bad name for a demon?” They exchanged a look with each other. “No one Layla. They both said it at the same time. They would not tell me the truth. It was like they were hiding something from me. I let it go though. It was not important at the time.

“She was working undercover, and used an alias—Greta. The records should still be within your pack boundaries. We trusted her, Nathan. She was famous and would have never risked those documents.” “You’re telling me this historian was a woman?” I asked, intrigued. Layla nodded. “Yes, but remember, she was under an alias. No one knows her real name.” “Do you know how long ago this was?” I questioned. After checking her records, Layla responded, “About 33 years ago. Greta was 50 at the time, so she’d be around 83 now, if she’s still alive.” Nathan and I exchanged a look, a mix of hope and concern evident between us. Finding an elderly historian in a pack as vast as Nathan’s would be like findin