Natalie Portman Novels & Stories

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

, he pauses to take another puff out of the cigarette. “We reach here and realized that she also called the commissioner so he sent his guys too, we arrive here and realize it’s this woman, Emberlynn, the daughter of Smith, she was drinking heavily so she was bleeding, the ambulance came a few minutes later and they said she was pregnant”, I hear Aria gasp beside me but I don’t turn or even acknowledge it.

That sounds more like a threat. He placed his hands on the small of my back and walked to the table where our families were and also where Helena was enjoying her milk with Adam. “You look gorgeous honey.” I thanked my mom and took a seat beside Adam. “Mom when is Natalie getting here?” Nathan asked his mother who had kept scowling at me the entire time. Natalie is Nathan’s younger sister and from my research she is a fashion designer in Paris I think? I saw Adam look up from Helena and he looked troubled.

I decide to pick up a picture frame containing a photograph portrait of a woman who looks vaguely familiar. “Is this your mother?” I ask. Without him confirming it, I can already tell it is. She has the same navy eyes as Alden, and the same thick dark hair like pure obsidian. Even the way she looks at the camera is like Alden. “It is,” he confirms, coming to look over my shoulder. “She’s beautiful,” I admit, looking at smooth skin and petite features. I don’t remember seeing her when she was the Luna of the Wisdom Pack, however, I have no doubt she was a good and kind leader. “You definitely took after her.”

My soul drifted like a feather in the air, watching the mansion shrink behind me. I felt like a ghost who didn't belong. In the corner of the staircase, my phone was still blinking with unread messages. Cassio's name was on the screen. "Sera, Natalie Portman is in Swan Lake tonight at Lincoln Center. I know she's your favorite dancer. Why aren't you here?" "Show's about to start. I'm in the VIP box. Waiting for you."

“We searched everywhere for an actress… the moment we stopped looking, we found her. I didn’t even consider her for the lead — her track record wasn’t strong enough. And yet… she’s far more compelling in person than any of her photos could capture.” The screenwriter nodded enthusiastically. “Her aura is perfect. Natalie Frostman wasn’t just clever… she was fiery, precise, and fearless. Most actresses in previous auditions treated her like a temptress or a damsel. She’s not like that at all. This is the role she was born to play.” The assistant director chuckled, finally letting a hint of a smile appear. “Finally… the Black Widow we’ve been looking for.”

The city lights glittered far below, but my mind kept replaying the scene I’d walked in on. When he finally ended the call and turned to me, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Who is she really?” I asked, voice quieter than I wanted. Damien raised an eyebrow, leaning back against his desk. “Natalie has been with the company for eight months. She’s competent, discreet, and extremely good at her job.” “She touches you like she’s done it before.” A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips. He crossed his arms, studying me with that piercing intensity that always made my stomach flip.

“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.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Five hours earlier Logan walked into his office and found his personal assistant Jeffrey sitting in the chair in front of his desk. “The picture?” Logan asked, standing next to Jeffrey. Jeffrey unlocked his phone and held it out for Logan. “Do you think this is her? Her name is Natalie. She’s probably what one would consider a C actress. I looked into her schedule, she has a shoot today at Sunset Studios.” Logan studied the picture. “She does look like woman in that photo of mine from that night…what other evidence do you have?”