Natalie Haynes Books Novels & Stories

"They're simply threatened by someone who doesn't fit their narrow definition of propriety." I studied her curiously. Her auburn hair was styled simply but elegantly, and her dress, while clearly expensive, lacked the ostentatious embellishments favored by Penelope and her friends. "I'm Natalie Hayes," she introduced herself. "And I find your candor refreshing. Most people at these gatherings hide behind layers of pretense." The Hayes name caught my attention immediately. Could she be related to Alpha Daniel? "It's a pleasure to meet you," I replied carefully.

"And don't throw away those other buckets. I will come for them soon." She snorts and lifts her perverted book to her face. "I wouldn't dream of stealing your trash." My eyes travel to the cover of her book. Jesus Christ. Hayden is gone for one day, and she is already reading a porno! I swear Natasha is sex addicted, and judging from the sounds I hear at night, Hayden is the same junk and corn. Well, whatever floats their boat. I walk up the stairs for what seems like a billion times until all five buckets are in the lifeboat.

She wouldn’t have minded if one particular book wasn’t there, but it was. “Oh, so this one is about the Children of Iniquities. This is about the Nachin era.” Nyssa listed as she easily dodged Layla’s tries. Her lips curled into a large smile, and Layla’s blood turned cold. “And a book about werewolves’ mate bond? Seriously?” She burst into laughter, and Layla stopped trying to snatch the books from her, withdrawing away, but Nyssa wouldn’t let her. “Is this about your bond with Zayne?” She snickered, throwing her arm around Layla’s shoulder. “Are you trying to know how you’ll gain his affection?”

The End Insta: @demiah13 ( I post snippets of my upcoming works there) Spinoff to this book is now available: His Blonde Temptress (Luke and Rose's book) Other books: Loving The Enemy (Ace and Ryn's story) Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste (Blake and Ashley's story)

A slow, pleased smile curved Natalie’s lips as she leaned back, taking a measured sip of her coffee. “Perfect,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “Let’s see how quickly their little alliance begins to crumble.” Setting the coffee on the table, Natalie's slender fingers reached for the file as she dismissed Emma. She read through it for a while, th satisfied smile still painted her lips as she shoved the file into her drawer. She rose from her seat again, each step graceful as she walked towards the window againe. Bold of Isabella to think she was smart. She scoffed. This was her story, it was left for her to twist it to whatever way she wanted, she wrote and controlled the plots, she controlled w

But now, even Samuel's attracted to her? Prior to this, I was not bothered by Natalie because I thought someone as unattractive as Natalie could not possibly catch Samuel's eyes. Now, things had far exceeded my expectations. The news I had overheard earlier came as a slap in the face. I can't allow this Natalie to become an obstacle in my life like how the other dead woman did. “Jeanne, get Lewis to look into someone for me.” I said to my assistant “Who do you want to look into, Ms. Yara?”

Instead, I said, “What the hell kind of fun would that be?” “Brick...” He sighed. “Hayden,” I countered, setting my hand on the desk and arching a single eyebrow. “Relax. I got this. Now tell me everything you know about her, so I can figure out how to play my cards right.” He grumbled under his breath and ran a hand through his hair again. “I don’t know much. She started some book club that only Gabby, Kaitlynn, and Nash’s sister are in. And she likes romance novels.”

Hayden walked up to me with an arrogant air and stated softly, "Your fear won't save you now, Nicholas. Your daughter climbed six thousand stone steps on her knees, prostrating herself until the bone showed, only to die of hunger. I'll make your death even more agonizing than hers!" He then reached out for the gun in Natalie's hand, saying, "Your prop looks quite convincing." Natalie raised her hand and pulled the trigger, leaving a streak of blood to appear across Hayden's cheek.

Before she knew it, they were at her flat in Beacon Hill. Natalie ran up the stairs because the elevators were out again. But she barely noticed the mild discomfort in her ribs as she pulled out her backpack and stuffed a few outfit changes and shoes. She also threw in the serial killer paperback novel she started months ago—on the day she moved to Rock Union, to be exact— just in case she couldn't sleep, as well as her MacBook. She gave her flat a quick glance over before she turned off all the lights and headed out.

After a cold shower, massaging my feet, and getting dressed, I headed back down to grab some cut-up pieces of fruit from the fridge. Nathaniel must have written the book on my life because he was waiting next to the counter with a plastic plate of cut-up watermelons, pineapples, kiwis, and other fruits. “What are your plans for today?” He inquired, and I watched the veins on the back of his hands pulse as he clutched the edge, waiting for my response. Instead of answering him, I asked a question of my own. “Where’s mom? The cleaners?” “You damn well know the cleaners aren’t here. Your mother left.”