Natalie Alyn Lind Instagram Novels & Stories

Natalie grinned, seeing her mother’s smirk and knew they’re safe and continued to bask in the pleasure of seeing the public degrade Clarissa and Nicholas. Anyone who hurts her will face with the similar fate. Her mother may scold her for her mistakes but she loves her dearly and will never let go of the people who makes her cry. “Natalie!” While she’s immersed in listening to the news reporters comments, Linda called her, getting her attention. “Hmm?” “Do you have any pictures of you with Nicholas?” Linda asked, planning to expose the engagement news while the iron is still hot but she didn’t have proof to make public believe.

I unlatched the chain and stepped back, allowing her inside. Natalie surveyed my modest apartment with the practiced neutrality of someone determined not to show judgment. Her gaze lingered on my makeshift workstation, the tangle of wire and beads, the camera setup. "Launching your own line?" she asked, nodding toward the materials. "Something like that." I remained standing, arms crossed. "What do you want, Ms. Bryant?" "Please, call me Natalie." She turned to face me. "I'll get straight to the point. I'm concerned about your involvement with Alex Thorne."

Putting aside the gifts she came with, she pulled out her phone and began taking pictures and videos of the scenes in the living room. ‘Tsk…Tsk ‘ ‘He sure has a lot of stamina ‘ Lynette went through the pictures while thinking with a smirked on her lips. ‘My…My, this photos can make an headline if I were to upload them on social media......Hmm, better still sell it to a Blogs to fetch some cash ‘ Hee…Hee I, Lynette Carter, am not so kind. She would let him know that messing with her was his ultimate pain. Without hesitation, she ascended the staircase, heading to Alex's bedroom, where the sound was more prominent

Or me. My fingers move instinctively, typing her name into the search bar. Lynnie Gold. Her social media page loads instantly, and there she is. The first photo stops me cold. She’s on a studio, framed in warm, golden light. Her frosty blonde hair cascades down her back like silk, her posture relaxed yet commanding as she stands on the foreground, her ocean-green eyes shimmering with laughter. And that smile—wide, radiant, breathtaking—leaps off the screen.

Clara beamed and caressed her hair. “Nadine didn't see you right?” Liam asked. Madine shook her head. “She didn't.” “Good.” Liam sighed and sat next to Madine. “How do we intend to make Nadine give consent to you using Madine’s face on your sister?” Clara asked, looking at Liam who ran his palm down his face. Madine raised her brows, confused by what she said. “Your sister?” Madine asked. “Liam’s sister is Alana Stitches, the famous fashion designer who won various awards with her design books. All of her dresses have won multiple achievements every single year even this year’s.” Clara explained.

In that case, she would have an excuse to invite him over for a meaningful conversation. After deciding, Natalie’s mood took a turn for the better. She hoped to reconcile with Ullysis. Then she scrolled through her W******p contacts. Besides her school friends, most of her contacts were children of prominent families at Yale. She kept in touch with them to help her father take care of the Tisdon family from her second uncle, Nicholas. The best way to stay in touch with her contacts and their preferences was through group chats. As Natalie scrolled through her many group chats, one of them surprised her.

I just want to be left alone. Ethan nods and turns around, his ass jiggles as he walks out of my cabin. My eyes stay focused on his round and perky rear. This is the first time I noticed his ass. I again shake my head and sit down on the chair, I look at my laptop’s screen where I was playing FIFA. Ahh!! I lost the match. Which increased my anger to another level. I hate losing!

"What other method could you have? Announcing to the public that you're Natalie? Who'd believe that?" Zaylee stared at Yaslyn mockingly, her gaze full of disbelief. "That's exactly what I'm talking about." Upon hearing that, Henry beside her was stunned. Yaslyn was Natalie, the singer whom even he admired greatly? Even Xoan was surprised for a moment. Zaylee shook her head and sighed. "Yaslyn, stop being stubborn. More and more lies will only lead to your downfall." Yaslyn could not be bothered to argue with her. She took out her phone and opened Instagram. She then switched accounts.

Again. While hundreds of miles distant, Natalie sat in a sunny room full of blueprints, documents, and a shiny laptop shown to a screen full of code. Her hair was stuck into a sloppy bun, her face calm but unyielding. She pressed the enter key, watching as another part of Sinclair's financial fortress opened. "That should get them talking," she whispered to herself. Sitting opposite her was Lila Monroe, a renowned financial strategist and Natalie's college acquaintance. "You know what you're doing, don't you?" Lila asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're not just poking the bear. You're setting his forest ablaze."

“I guess you know I’m Celina then.” Natalie’s amber eyes danced in delight. “Gabe hasn’t stopped talking about you.” The familiar nervousness crept up behind her and placed its hands around her neck. “You’re a friend of Gabe’s?” Lindsey took the seat beside Celina. “Everyone is a friend of Gabe’s.” Natalie shrugged. “What she said. I’m marrying Gabe’s good friend, Jake, in a few months.” “Oh.” He really was friends with everyone, and Celina didn’t have a single friend she could name.