Natalie Portman Novels & Stories

"Then that's a damn shame, but there's no point, so no." "Okay. Emma Watson?" "Hermione Granger?" "That's her," Lakshmi nodded. Mark frowned. "No. Whenever I see her on TV or in the press I just see the little girl. Too weird." Lakshmi chuckled. "Okay, What about Rihanna?" "Nutjob. No." "You sure? She's single, really huge at the minute and hot too." "No. I like her music, but there's something scary about her." "Okay, Hayden Panetierre?" Lakshmi suggested. "She likes to date sports guys, and there's nothing definite about her dating anyone just now. What do you think?"

He caught George shifting, trying to lift his head. Oscar lowered his voice. "Handle it quietly. Don't alarm the neighbors." He made a small, decisive gesture with his hand. "Understood." Red Hawk rose and turned. Dargan finally saw her face clearly, and his eyes widened. He knew that face. He had seen it on television, in national reports, in military journals. She was Natalie Redmond, the Red Hawk. How could the Chamberlain family command someone like her? Panic thundered through his mind. If he could relive this night, he would stay home. He would ignore every summons.

"Coral, don't forget your identity. Although the security here is very good, if you want, some things can still be leaked." Natalie shook her hand away, disgustedly brushing away the non-existent dust. "Don't use this to threaten me. Speaking of identity, you are just an ordinary person. Are you worthy of standing next to Charlie?" Coral has been in the entertainment industry for so many years; only now has she reached her current position. Her methods are not simple; she will not be afraid of Natalie's few words. Natalie smiled lightly, her eyes were disdainful, her beautiful phoenix eyes seemed to be able to capture the souls of others, every frown, every smile exuded a charming charm.

Samantha jumped on me the moment she saw me. "You're back, Scott!" Michelle gave me a kiss and pulled me to the living room, "My wish is finally coming true! Natalia is coming to New York! I'll finally get to see her!" Not knowing what to say, I simply nodded and took to the couch seating beside Nathan. Paying close attention to the screen, I tried to understand why everyone is going crazy over Natalia. I couldn't see anything asides the fact that she is really beautiful. Her black, long hair cascaded down her back, her elegant skin was cladded in a black gown that highlighted her curves and showed off her slim body.

Brielle mumbled incoherently as she kept on limping. Sinclair was in the study room, checking out the pictures of Natalie which was trending now on the internet. A lot of nicknames had been given to her but the one which he liked most was the HEROINE. Who would have thought that the Natalie which a lot of people had hated and disliked would be the one they all love presently. He still couldn't believe that the girl in the guest room is the same as the Natalie he knew in the past. This new Natalia Harrison is kind, caring and she had to risk her life to help others. He found himself being intrigued and he would like to know more about this new side of Natalie before they part ways. Sinclair t

"She was always smarter than people figured she was. Including me." Daniel rubbed his hands together, leaning forward. "So what's the play, Sinclair? Do you destroy her? Or do you win her back?" Adrian's eyes darkened. "What makes you think I can't do both? Three days later, Natalie disembarked from a private plane onto the tarmac of her city. The cameras were not there. No press conference. No flashes. This homecoming was subdued, strategic. She did not want fanfare. She wanted impact. By her side was Elena, her now three-year-old daughter, with the same fiery glint in her hazel eyes that Natalie had possessed as a child.

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.”

the beautiful curly-haired and blue-eyed woman grumbled. Natalie tried to sit up even though her body felt weak. Her head was throbbing, but she didn’t care. She took the glass of warm water and looked down. “I’m sorry I bothered you,” she said guiltily. “What exactly happened? Are you really Aunt Minerva’s granddaughter?” Britia asked. “Yes, I’m Natalie. After I got out of prison, I did have plastic surgery to change my identity so that others wouldn’t know who I really am. You know, I don’t want to hold that popularity anymore,” Natalie said weakly.

I know he would have. "Luna Amberley was the most powerful Luna ever known. She was a force to be reckoned with in and out of the ring. I only met her a handful of times before..... We always got along. As a matter of fact, I took Tate with me once when I was there to retrieve files on a murder case involving a couple rogues. You two have met before, but Tate being around the same age as your brother, they stuck together more in the few days I was there," Frances said, eyes looking at nothing as a small smile graced her lips while she remembered my mother. I wish I remembered them better.

he said, looking out the window he saw the petite figure of the girl still waving. It was only for a few seconds before her smile faded and she turned around and walked away. Staring at her lone figure Nathan sighed. "I keep failing her over and over" he whispered to himself. ... Anna quickly turned around and walked away when she realized tears were falling from her eyes She quickly wiped her face and took a deep breath. She couldn't afford to break down, tomorrow would be a really big day for her. ..... "Ladies...and gentle ladies..." Eve said staring at the crowd of women in front of her.