Natalie Portman Novels & Stories

But other than a slight nod in her direction, Andrei barely acknowledged her presence. Unable to keep her curiosity in check any longer, Marybeth had to ask, "Who is she?" "Holly Anderson," Natalie said. "Liam Anderson's youngest sister, a world-renowned ballerina and a class-A bitch!" "Hey, be nice!" Colleen said. "She's my friend. And she's not that bad." "So you admit she is bad, just not that bad?" Natalie asked, shrugging innocently. "Watch it!" Colleen warned her with a gentle smile.

She is wearing the pair. Natalie Brooks. I know that name. When I first heard that name four months ago through his partially open doors to his study while discussing with his Personal Assistant my curiosity had made me search for her only to find out she is a popular model. But I told myself to not mind as she doesn't pose any risk. Moreover I am not the kind of woman who will jump in without conclusion. I lied to myself. I am exactly that kind of woman. But because of pride I have just been waiting until the evidence was undeniable.

Women who never looked at price tags, never said sorry when they snapped their fingers, never imagined the girl bringing their coffee might have a mother in hospital and fear rotting through her chest. “Elena Hart,” the woman said, reading her name badge as if it were a joke. “How sweet. Did he tell you why he chose you?” Elena lifted her chin. “Did he tell you to mind your business?” For half a second, the woman’s smile slipped. Adrian glanced at Elena then, and something almost warm passed through his face before it vanished. “Natalie,” he said. So that was her name. Natalie. It suited her. Pretty, sharp, dangerous around the edges.

“Please. I was born dramatic.” Just as we were heading towards the stage, Jeremy’s mother- also Professor Hartley’s mother a.k.a Natalie, came forward, dressed in a middle length blue gown that hugged her perfect elegant frame. “I’m sure you’ve met my mum before right?” Professor Hartley asked me as Natalie approached us. “Twice.” I swallowed as she walked forward. Her eyes flicked to me then stayed on me. Did she remember me? I was going to say ‘Hi’, but the smile on her face had just vanished.

The screen changed, flickering once. Then Natalie appeared, bold and elegant. And the video began.

My stomach churns as I read the words beneath them. “Natalie Jones, once hailed as one of Hollywood’s most promising young talents, seems to be trading her rising star status for a steady stream of headline-grabbing scandals. Known for her breakout roles in three box office hits and a well-loved two-season stint on a primetime TV show, Awakened, Natalie’s charm captivated young audiences. But these days, her name is synonymous with controversy, and the latest twist in her high-profile divorce from businessman Michael Cooper Jones is no exception.

“Is that Natalie Windsor?” Reluctantly, I turned my attention to the television. And there she was. Natalie stood beside Derek, dazzling in a silver gown under the pack media’s flashing cameras. Her silver hair shone under the light, much like mine often did in moonlight. “That’s her,” I confirmed softly, my tone carefully empty. The silence in the room grew thick as Sarah continued to stare at the screen. And then, her wolf let out a low growl. “Now it makes sense,” she muttered, fists clenching against her legs. “Now everything makes sense.”

It was difficult for her to believe what Jack had said. "Don’t lie," she snapped. "Your mother has not even completed her drama major. Besides, she has had no contact with the acting world in the last six years. Why would the Picmotion team members choose an inexperienced actress like her as a female lead among all the famous actresses? Nia is much better than her. You must have heard it wrong. Your mother must have had a supporting role." "No. My mommy is the heroine." "Enough, Jack…" Natasha silenced him. "Go to the room. I will be there in a minute."

She looked up in time to see Natalie's brown eyes as they moved to trail up and down Matthew's body. "Are you going to introduce us, or are you still trying to catch your breath?" Natalie was the kind of woman that Juliet admired for her confidence. She would say or do anything that came to her mind and was never ashamed of it. It was only noon, and she had already been enjoying her day off with a midday drink, which reflected in the darkness of her lips. As she stood in front of them in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, holding a bag of trash, Juliet was still oddly intimidated by the short woman.

Zofi said. “That’s what we always do – change,” Paul said. The following morning, Zofi and Natalie leave for work early to avoid a lot of people outside. “I’ll meet you at the lobby. I need to leave this package for Ryan,” Natalie said. In the elevator, she meets a gorgeous lady in her sleepwear but covered by a robe. “Good morning,” the gorgeous lady greeted her. Natalie feels conscious because the girl is beautiful even in her sleepwear and without make up.