Natalie Roche Books Novels & Stories

My fists clench at the sides, and my lips are already moving before my wolf presses me to defend our Mate, but Natalie speaks faster than I can intervene. “Natalie Anderson. I’m covering the Titans throughout their bid for the championship game. Pleasure to meet you.” Natalie is not looking at me. Her smile is gone. Her shoulders are stiff, and she’s… “Ooh, I didn’t know they let young journalists play in adult worlds these days,” says Victoria, cold and snarky. “Natalie’s one of the most recognized journalists in the media. Her work speaks for itself,” I cut in sharply.

“What do you mean it’s not real? How can it not be real?” “—Scarlett—" “—It’s a book!” she yelled out, her laughter continuing hysterically. “Just a stupid romance book that some random woman in her world wrote. Natalie was reading it right before she died and woke up in my body. That’s how she knew who Aurora was the second she saw her.” “...A book? As in, someone wrote about the future or...?” “As in this entire world is just a figment of some lady’s imagination. Our lives don’t matter. None of it does. It’s not real.”

Zoe lay half-sprawled across the table, mumbling drunkenly, “One more drink.” Natalie pulled her hand away, disgusted. “And you said you’re someone who can drink endlessly.” The moment the words left her mouth, Zoe suddenly lifted her head with reddened eyes, looking pitiful. “Natalie, do you think Nathaniel’s heart is made of stone? He won’t give me an answer.” The more she talked, the more upset she became, until she finally burst into tears. At first, Natalie thought she was just drunkenly rambling, but seeing her crying harder and harder, she knew something must have happened while she was abroad.

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying:

I looked up, confused, and saw that Natalie was holding a water bottle and smirking at me. "You'll never believe what I just did." she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I scowled at her, my heart sinking as I realized what she must have done. "Don't tell me you drenched my book." I exclaimed, scrambling to take it out of my bag. Sure enough, there was a small damp spot on the cover. "Natalie, you're the worst!" I said, my voice rising in frustration. But Natalie just laughed. "Relax, it's just a little water. It'll dry." I looked at my book, which was now covered in small droplets, and my anger bubbled over.

“ Of course, we will look for a new pack. We can’t live our lives as rogues. ” My smile deepens. Natalie has done something praiseworthy at last. Having Ryker Ambrose as a mate…Wow. She hit jackpot. And she doesn’t realise this. As usual.

My thumb brushed over her knuckles without thinking. For the next fifteen minutes, Chloe kept talking, answering Iris’s endless questions, letting Zane translate bits of devil terminology into words we understood. Natalie even asked a few questions of her own. By the time Chloe finished, the room was silent for a moment. Iris was the first to break it. “So… Natalie might be more powerful than we thought. A lot more.” “That’s what I’ve been saying,” Chloe replied dryly. Natalie turned to her. “Could you… help me understand it? Maybe even train me?”

She was chasing the thrill of sleeping with the Lycan King. Soon I added Nat to the books as one of my first spies. I wanted vengeance against the rogues. It didn't matter that Natacha's colony wasn't the one that attacked our City. All that mattered was that they were rogues, and as far as I was concerned, it was time for me to wipe all rogues off the face of the earth.

He didn't look at me with warmth; his gaze was cold, sharp, and completely unreadable. "Who are you?" he demanded. His voice was deep, rough from disuse, vibrating with a dominant power that made my wolf bow her head inside me. "I... I am Natalie," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Natalie Hill." Richard’s eyes dropped to our joined hands, his gaze narrowing as he noticed the matching smear of blood on our palms, and then shifted to the heavy Blackwood ring glistening on my index finger. A cold, dangerous smirk crossed his lips.

"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.