Accidentally Yours Natalie Novels & Stories

"Oh no, I need to hear this. You were drunk out of your mind, called Alec of all people, and now you're lying in bed looking like you regret all your life choices. Spill." I groaned. "It was a mistake, okay?" Natalie gasped dramatically. "You slept with him?" "What? No!" I glared at her. "I kissed him." There was a moment of silence before she burst into laughter. I scowled. "It’s not funny." "Oh, it absolutely is." Natalie grinned. "Miss ‘I-Don’t-Do-Romance’ went ahead and kissed Mr. Ice King himself? Oh, I need details."

Kana was saying in the conference room, “from the Alpha and Natalie. It was an accident, you two turned at the wrong moment or something, and the sweet moment between old friends was seen as something else. End of story.” “Right,” Killian agreed, “we can play the sympathy card. Natalie and our whole family has been through a lot.” He was looking at me, but I kept my eyes on the papers that Kana had laid out on the table. “Exactly, yes,” Kana said with an enthusiastic point. It was like she gave Killian a gold star and the problem was resolved.

“Well, It's not bad, as long as you're happy with your choice. But first, let's get you off this seat to where guys will see you.” “Wait… let me take this,” Natalie said and downed three shots before Lily pulled her to the dance floor and began to twirl her around, and before she knew it, Lily left her hand and took a man’s hand, leaving Natalie to dance alone, but she ignored the lingering thoughts in her head and began to sway her hips, twirled and twerk her bum with different eyes piercing into her. “Get your filthy hands off me,” Natalie spat; she turned around to see a guy, probably around Matt’s age, wearing a silver mask grinding on her.

She accidentally spilled wine on Jackson's pants. Natasha reached for the napkins on the table. She bent down in-between his legs and started cleaning the wine off his pants, not realizing where she was touching. She didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident but he might not believe that. Jackson's face flared up as he grabbed her hands, making her stop. Natasha cried out in pain. His grip was too strong. She looked up at him and saw his face was covered with disgust. Only then did she realize what she had done.

If it weren't for the fact that Yakov's men were all former mercenaries, each more ruthless than the other, Natalie wouldn't tolerate Yakov's disgusting look for even a moment. She believed that only his men could ensure the success of Natasha's abduction; otherwise, she would have just left by now. As though unable to endure Yakov's lecherous gaze, Natalie gritted her teeth and compromised. "If you prefer to do it yourself, so be it. Just bring me Natasha Sullivan as soon as possible. Here's a picture of her." Natalie took a photo out of her purse. It was a solo photo of Natasha, taken unintentionally back when Natalie had falsely accused her of having an affair with Malcolm.

She asked, "Or are you planning to run for the hills?" I didn't utter a word as I headed forward, hoping that she's following behind. As much I wanted to get the hell out of here, it was better to busy my mind with what this is and stop myself from doing anything irrational. Natalie pulled her chair out and sat down, "Second mistake, you should've pulled my chair for me, but that's okay." She commented, arching an eyebrow. "For future preferences only, the first mistake was, bumping into your ex," She said, confusing me at her immediate observation, "Believe me, you don't wanna start a date like that!"

“Will see you later in the day then. I have to get back to the company.” Which I ignored, my ears peeking and listening to him shuffle through the hallway, then retreating. I only breathed in oxygen when his car roared from out, as he drives out once again. He must have forgotten something. Some important document, maybe. “That was close.” Natalie flipped the duvet off her body. “We were almost busted.” And I laughed. Natalie was busy scrolling through N*****x in my room so I left her there where it has been ages since I have been at.

"I warned you about this, Natalie. About him. About what happens when you are not careful." My voice was broken, splintered. "I was not being careless. It was an accident." "Oh, please." She laughed, the laughter sounded evil. "An accident? Oh, convenient. One little tragedy and poof, you're in the clear, aren't you?" Eddie pulled his head back towards Victoria. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

“I’m sorry about that, I didn’t even ask what you wanted. I just got so angry, and I hated what they were doing. I’m sorry—” Natalie seems to shake awake from her stupor, “N-No! it’s alright. I mean, I’m alright,” she says, her voice still quiet. “Thank you for saving me.” She’s like a little kitten, innocent and small. “Please, don’t thank me for that. I recently found myself entangled in Maia’s games, and I didn’t want anyone else to experience what I had gone through, but I can only imagine how it was for you.”

"Don't touch anything. Don't call anyone. This will all be over soon." I headed upstairs, my heart pounding with adrenaline. Annalise was still on the floor where I'd left her, cradling her ankle and sobbing dramatically. Derek stood over her like a guardian, his expression somewhere between concerned and amused. "She tried to grab her phone," he reported. "I may have accidentally kicked it down the stairs." "Accidentally," I repeated. "Very accidentally. It just sort of flew out of my hand when she lunged at me." I smiled despite everything. This man. This ridiculous, wonderful man who'd appeared in my life less than forty-eight hours ago and had already become essential.