The Unsinkable Greta James Novels & Stories

“Thank you, Master James.” James nodded. “However, I have to say this is a chance for your redemption, Doctor Prime. I have hard time accepting your presence here as is, but, I know, I have been selfish for holding onto the grudge for all these years. I was only worried for the other people falling into the unknown result of your research, because I always believe that Greta was blessed by the deities to have survived your treatment.”

Like she was gonna! "Please tell Noona I'm indebted to her for saving my life." Jake gave her one final look, dropped the brochette on the table next to her and turned to leave. "Why did you save me?" Her broken voice stopped him. Jake halted, but didn't turn back. "When the island sunk, why didn't you save the Empress instead and allow me drown?" She continued on a more bitter tone. This was the 'juicy gist' Elva Thompson hated to be kept in 'certain darkness' of.

If they did, they’d probably protest for my father to step down as Alpha. I loved kids, especially these children. Their innocence and resilience were a refreshing distraction from my thoughts of Cameron. The orphanage was a modest building on the edge of the supernatural school grounds. Its wide windows let in natural light, and simple wooden furniture is scattered throughout. The walls were decorated with drawings and crafts the children had made. When I arrived, I introduced myself to the staff. The head caretaker, a kind older woman named Greta, welcomed me warmly. She had kind, weathered eyes and a motherly smile that immediately made me feel at ease.

the boat driver warned from the helm, noticing my precarious position. I ignored him, standing up to adjust my heavy coat. Suddenly, the boat hit a rough wake. My high heel slipped violently against the wet fiberglass. I screamed as the world tilted. The freezing, black water swallowed me whole. Still standing near the cliff, James heard the sharp, terrified scream echo across the water. His head snapped toward the sound. He spotted the small luxury boat thrashing in the waves, a dark figure flailing in the water beside it. Without a single thought, instinct took over. James vaulted over the guardrail and sprinted down the rocky embankment toward the private docks. He grabbed a heavy life-ri

"But imagine it. We could give people a real chance to stop running, to find safety. Isn’t that worth the risk?" Greta shakes her head, looking at me with a hint of sadness. "You’re young. You have this spark, this hope. And that’s good, Jenna, it really is. But I’m older. I’ve seen how these things end. They find you; they always do. And when they do, they destroy everything you’ve built." She takes a deep breath, her gaze steady but conflicted. "I have my own life, Jenna. And Rosie—the housekeeper. I can’t risk her safety. She’s been with me for years."

“Julia!” Greta shrieked, rushing in. She tried to reach for Atlas but I slapped her hand away. “Julia, this is not the time—” “Why are you here? What do you want?” “I want to help! There’s a jet waiting on the roof. Please let me—“ “No,” I shook my head, memories of her betrayal replaying in my mind. “We’ll find another way. What if you set us up again?” Greta’s eyes softened, tears leaking from its corners. “I… I would never do that to you, Julia. Please, trust me,” she glanced behind, “we’ll all die if we wait any longer!”

As far as our other guests knew Liam and I were still unmarried. Jameson was convinced that we had a traitor in our midst, and he had his eyes set on one woman. "Greta is a Far Darrig. It is possible that she controlled the nightmare that plagued your wife. Whether it was a job assigned to her by the Queen I am unsure, but I am certain she was behind it."

For a noble of Marquis Curtis's level, being a little more careful definitely wouldn't hurt him. “My name is Greta, and I am a tramp that Her Grace saved a few years ago. Since I was able to attend a training school, I have been able to change the fate of my life and live well now. For me, Her Grace Ariana will always be the savior of my family.” As Greta spoke, Marquis Curtis assessed the girl's words carefully. Only when he had confirmed that Greta wasn't lying did he finally nod. A small smile still hung on his face, as he asked Greta politely.

I shrugged hoping that we are not reduced to ashes before they even set their feet here. The three of us tried to stop the fire that was spreading fast from reaching us, but at the same time we were slowly losing our strength. Just when we thought that everything was over, A bracelet that I didn't notice or have never seen before appeared in my arms, with it's white light flickering brightly "What's that?" Lisa asked. "I don't know" "We are saved" Beatrice looked at my wrist with a bright smile while I looked at her strangely. "You know something?" I asked her.

Sirena lowered her head as a notification popped up on her phone, and it was from Elda. "Sirena, you need to open the link. See the news, is it really Mr. James, the one I know?" Elda asked, making Sirena furrow her brows. The woman opened the link, which was a breaking news article uploaded just minutes ago. "A plane crash has occurred in the western Gulf of Mexico. It is suspected that the crash involved a private plane belonging to the Scout family. The passengers have been identified as James Andreas Scout." Thud! Sirena stared at her phone screen with wide eyes, her body freezing in place. The news she had just read made the world around her seem to stop.