Natalie Bruno Novels & Stories

and he continued to stare at the goddess who was talking about her new plans, not his or theirs, her plans to make the werewolves' world great again. “She should run for president!” Judy said coming in the room too, and enjoying the sour face Adam and Lexie Plexie Nexie, how she named her like if she would be a dog.. “I bet she would win. She has everything she needs for that” But while Adam was confused by Natalie’s change of mood, Lexie was gritting her teeth and was boiling in envy. Why is everyone looking at Natalie as if she is someone so good ? She is a shrew and since Adam brought her here, she hadn’t had the time to be with him properly because of Natalie. It is her position to be a

"She is hiding in the bathroom, isn't she?" I nodded, then knocked on the bathroom door. "Natalie, it is safe to come out now." Natalie slowly opened the door. She looked from me to my friend, then back again. "Who is she?" I laughed a little. "Natalie, I would like to introduce you to Jasmine, she is a witch and here to help remove that block on your wolf." Natalie made an O expression then went to sit on her bed. "So what's the plan?"

"Could it be somebody else? Maybe somebody from the business world? We've pissed off a lot of people over the years." And make a pithy profit, maybe, but didn't market it. "But whoever this woman may be she's getting more and more aggressive. And with Arlys playing both sides, I can't take any chances." That's when he was full of it. "We really need to be very, very careful. But don't let her inside your mind, Brandon. That's what she wants." "I know," the depth of the honesty in my voice no thicker than the tread. "I just… I can't lose Natalie. Not now, not ever."

And now… I was walking right back into that lion’s den with him at my side. He parked and got out. I followed, legs unsteady despite trying to look composed. Marvin opened the door for us. When his gaze landed on me—his face froze for a split second. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Brandon didn’t notice. “Marvin, this is Natalie. She works as a lawyer at York International.” Marvin blinked rapidly, recovering just in time. “Good afternoon, Ms. Natalie,” he said, smooth but a bit too high-pitched.

Something about the sheer emotion in Julio’s face and attitude spoke volumes. “What would you like to know, sir?” Jackson forced his voice to remain steady as he answered the older man. “This woman,” Julio pointed to another image. This time the woman was dressed as a curvy golden-haired goddess in a deputy's uniform. “Who is she to you?” “That is Natalie Jones, she works for Brian Williams as a private investigator. She is his right-hand man, for lack of a better term. They have worked together for several years. She’s on the level.”

"Well, well, well, see who we have here, the outdated, outmoded Natalie," Brindle said with folded arms as she walked toward Natalie immediately upon her entering the casting house. "I thought you wouldn't show your face here after yesterday," she added. "I know that's exactly what you want for me to cower in fear. But guess what? I won't let you have that satisfaction. I'm here to prove myself, and I won't let you or anyone else stand in my way. I've spent years honing my craft, perfecting myself. I am the master of my domain and you think I will stumble" Natalie said, staring her down. "I will take my leave, Mrs. Brindle Wood," she said with a grin as she walked away but then turned back a

"But I'm the storm they created." And far away, as Jerome shifted into his wolf form and headed toward the northern hills, something inside him whispered that he might already be too late. Inside the cold stone cave lit only by scattered torches, Natalie stood near the back wall where strange runes were drawn in red. Her eyes stared hard at the symbols, her mind focused. But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps echoing from behind. She didn't have to turn to know who it was. Bruce. He strolled in with that same arrogant grin stretched across his face, his arms folded casually, his dark eyes fixed on her like a hunter watching prey.

Bruno held her shoulders and reassured her, "I'm still here. If Ricky won't take care of her, we will. I'll arrange an apartment for her in the city, far away from Ricky and his company. Don't worry." "I can't bear to see her like this. I wished I have a daughter like her. Ever since she came into our family, I never thought it. Now, I wish she were our daughter," Natalie expressed, her voice filled with emotion. Bruno embraced Natalie, holding her in a warm embrace while patting her shoulders. Sara Owen entered her bedroom and shut the door, leaning against it. She closed her eyes tightly, taking deep breaths to calm herself. She realized that crying was pointless now; she needed to gather

Natalie Samrat aka Fuoco. To add to his suspicion, the time frame when this hacker first became inactive and later active coincided with the seven years time frame of Natalie, when she was in a vegetative state and then, woke up from her sleep. Nick was not ready to agree that there could be so many similarities. The more he thought, the more his suspicion on Fuoco aka Natalie samrat being "bumblebee" became strong.

“To what do I owe the pleasure… or is this war already?” She smiled, slow and professional. “Just business, Mr. Carrington. Though I imagine we both know it’s never just that.” Damien wasn’t in the business of losing control. Yet the moment Natalia Cruz stepped into his boardroom, every cell in his body went on alert. Same dark eyes, same confident stride, but she was no longer the wide-eyed law student who used to quote case law with trembling fingers and dreams too big for the Bronx. No, the woman standing before him now was sharpened by time and ambition.