Natalie Quinn Short Story Novels & Stories

“Cute.” I felt Harrison tense in front of me. “Stop talking to her.” Natalie ignored him completely. Instead, she took a slow step closer to me. Her perfume drifted through the air. “You’re Ruby, right?” she asked softly. I didn’t answer. She smiled anyway. “Of course you are. Harrison does have a type.” My patience snapped. “Who are you?” Her eyes sparkled. “Natalie Grey.” The way she said it suggested the name should mean something to me.

Natalie screamed, her voice echoing off the high ceilings as the men aggressively began tearing her green dress from her body. I stood there, paralyzed by a sickening mix of cowardice and terror. The cold metal of the gun against my head reminded me of my mortality. I watched in absolute horror as Natalie’s expensive dress was ripped to shreds, leaving her completely exposed, shivering and weeping on the cold marble floor. I felt a sudden, sickening wave of regret. What had I done? In my greed to take Qunnix, I had made a deal with the devil himself and now, the devil had come to collect.

Talia I have never felt humiliated like the way I do now. I feel like hiding under the earth where no one will know my name. The way they look at me filled with disgust in their eyes. I have always carried myself like a good girl, mum taught me to be one but my growing obsession with smut was motivated by the movie I watched. I love the chemistry, the obsession and wanted to know what it feels like. So I began writing anonymously, hiding in the arc during the day and at night under the sheets.

They talk and write to their diaries like it’s their secret keeper or like their life depends on it. Second, as I’ve told earlier, my name is Natalia, not Nathalia. Remove the H, please. I’m not your typical student, though I can’t also say that I’m unique. I’m just a normie teenager, and believe it or not, my story wasn’t just like the others. I’m not a nerd that falls in love with the bad boys. And here’s the reason why.

After I was done packing, I changed into a pair of blue shorts and a white round neck top, Tying my hair into a ponytail and placing the bag against my back, It was time I left and hopefully I get the job when I get back here. I gently peeped outside to see if the coat was clear and thankfully it was clear, I hurried out of the room and locked the door, still checking left and right in case Mr.Wendy shows up. I ran out of the house and burst out to the road. I had no money with me so I had no choice but to walk. I started my journey to Eva’s club and in some time I got to the club panting really hard. “Look who is here, after spending the night with a stranger.” Natalie said and I looked at

I knew that was a stupid question; of course watching your friend die was horrible, but I also trusted that Quinn would know what I meant. "It was-hard." She spoke slowly, as though she were still figuring it out. "It was sad. But it wasn't the way you think. It was also beautiful and peaceful." She smiled a little. "Nate went out with the old year. He would've liked that, I think. And his mom and I were there. He woke up a little earlier and spoke to us, but . . ." Quinn shook her head. "It was like he wasn't really there anymore. You know when you're talking to someone, but you can tell their attention isn't on you? That's what was like. His focus had shifted." She sighed, wrapping her arm

If I didn’t hold her back, the pretty blonde’s head would have been detached from her neck already. “It’s amazing how you’re trying to act tough. Can’t you read the situation? I’m here to deal with you and throw you out of this pack. There could only be one female lead in a story and this is not your story. So I want you to carry your sorry ass out of this pack and never return.” Natalie said haughtily, flipping her hair and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “In what capacity are you throwing me out?” I countered, trying not to pant for breath. The wolfsbane was burning my throat, making me thirsty.

She went to the little cupola back there, sat on the porch swing, and started writing by moonlight. * * * Natalie, my best friend, has a secret fantasy to be with Carter. And tonight's her night to experience it. Thinking Kristen's asleep, Natalie sneaks out of the sleeping bag she's in and hurries down the hallway, past the stairs, and to the door that leads to the "mother-in-law's apartment" over the garage that my big brother Carter has for his room. Stripping naked, Natalie is so eager for this. Scared but aroused. This is her chance to finally make love to Carter. To show him that though she's younger, she is just what he needs. She's dripping wet as she opens the door.

Natalie said as she turned to carry Mercy out of the room. As she walked, she began to tease Mercy. Although Mercy was still young, it seemed like she could sense that someone was interacting with her. She smiled innocently. Her smile could make Natalie's heart melt into a puddle. On the other hand, Henry answered the phone after seeing Natalie off. "Hello?" "Mr. Chase, we've already found the information on Dr. Quince." "Ok. Tell me about it." "Dr. Quince's father killed himself when her mother was about to go into labor. The incident caused an uproar in her town.

"Of course I am, baby. I wouldn't miss our bedtime story." Chloe smiled, small arms around Natalie's neck. "Did you beat the bad guys at work again?" Natalie laughed softly, smoothing Chloe's hair. "Something like that." She pulled Chloe into bed, reading her favorite book in excited voices, watching as her eyelids grew heavy. When she was asleep, Natalie lingered a moment, heart bursting with emotion. This—this was why she fought. For Chloe. For herself. For the future she was owed. In her office, Natalie poured herself a glass of wine and opened Julia's file on her desk. In it were profiles of competitors, stock fluctuations, and news clippings—all leading back to Sinclair Global.