Nadine Lewington Greta Novels & Stories

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

"You are still here? I already told you to quit being Alexander's secretary because you are seducing him!" Greta hissed while staring daggers at Esmeralda. Since Greta is Alexander's favorite woman, she can enter and leave the office whenever she wants. She stands 5'6" tall, with a fair complexion, and a very sexy body. She is very beautiful. You might fall in love with her easily if you don't know her attitude.

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?"

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.

She sensed that Caroline may still carry emotional scars from her past with Grayson. Caroline then guided Greta through the clothing factory. After inspecting the clothes, Greta exclaimed, "You've managed to produce such a large quantity of clothes with soft fabric in such a short time. Your dedication is truly impressive, Ms. Shenton."

Every step I take exuding a quiet confidence that commands attention. Peeta opens the door for me as I step in and the room is filled with the Japanese, their gazes fixed on me as I enter. I take a moment to soak in the atmosphere as I gracefully take my seat at the table, my eyes scanning the room, meeting each gaze with a calm yet knowing look. I smile to myself, confident that whatever the reason, I'm not leaving here without a sealing handshake. It's me, Nadia, formidable and unbeatable.