Natalie Roche Books Novels & Stories

Natalie’s message reads. My face deepens in colour and I quickly go over to my profile which I haven’t updated in months. It is filled mostly with pictures of shelves, nature and random selfies that are all colour coordinated. At least someone noticed my efforts. Flattered, I reply, "Hey, thanks!” We exchange a few more messages, casual and lighthearted. Then, Natalie mentions books. “Have you read The Housemaid Series? I just started it and I can’t seem to get my mind off of it. The intensity is killing.”

Before she knew it, they were at her flat in Beacon Hill. Natalie ran up the stairs because the elevators were out again. But she barely noticed the mild discomfort in her ribs as she pulled out her backpack and stuffed a few outfit changes and shoes. She also threw in the serial killer paperback novel she started months ago—on the day she moved to Rock Union, to be exact— just in case she couldn't sleep, as well as her MacBook. She gave her flat a quick glance over before she turned off all the lights and headed out.

took on a new, unsettling light. *** Days later, the studio was abuzz with activity. The final touches were being made to Natalie’s presentation for the perfume competition. Fiona was a whirlwind of efficiency, managing logistics, coordinating with the venue, and fending off intrusive media inquiries. Anita, her face alight with excitement, meticulously packed the precious vials of ‘Rebecca’ into custom-designed velvet boxes. “The stage is set, boss,” Fiona announced, striding in, her tablet once again clutched in her hand, though this time her expression was triumphant. “This should shut those critics up. The buzz around ‘Rebecca the Mafia Bride’ is insane. Everyone wants to know what you’

Across from her, Kade had somehow managed to wedge himself precariously between two high shelves, holding a glowing text above his head like it might start speaking. “This one has a list of fire-based incantations, a love spell that smells like burnt toast, and—wait for it—a recipe for ‘Moonlight Soup.’” Kade peeked over the edge of the book, grinning. “Do you think the Moon Queen was secretly a chef?” Elaina gave him a look. “If she was, her menu probably started with betrayal and ended in blood.” Kade made a mock-shiver sound. “Spicy.” She groaned, thumping the book shut. “We’re getting nowhere. Every symbol, every passage, it’s either too cryptic or irrelevant.”

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.

she let out dramatically enticing a laugh from me, I couldn’t help it the thought of Natalie living with me, and uncle Jesse was comical and most likely a nightmare for both me and Uncle Jesse. “So spill, help me forget the dreadful night and fill me in on how your first day of Highschool went?, did you meet the Regina George of Texas?” she asked with curious excitement, my mind was still caught up on her previous confessions but I shook them from my thoughts deciding I would question Ashton over it and let Natalie have the breather she was so obviously seeking.

Oliver is not real and my feelings for him are not real. Most importantly the fact that I’m not good enough to date him is not real. “Ryo, you’re too hard on yourself. You have so much to offer, you need to open yourself to people and you’ll be surprised what happens.” She says looking at me closely. She sees the signs of my brain going to its dark place. She can tell that I’m falling into my habit of telling myself all the negative crap in this world. She’s been through this with me before.

Natalie was scared that if she appears in the newspapers and magazines then she'd have a lot of people coming after her but the moment Dante brushed through her swollen clit, all her worries and fear disappeared. She bit back the moan that was she knew was coming but when he raised her legs and she was exposed above the waters with his tongue skimming through her pussy, she lost herself. With swollen lips from being constantly kissed and rosy cheeks, Natalie appeared before the kids. "Good morning, Nat," Noah smiled happily at her. "A good morning indeed, Nat," Chloe chipped in. Natalie blushed again as she gave the girl an odd look. Sometimes, Chloe talked more than her age.

"Your mummy is dead. Remember? She went away to heaven a long time ago. That lady on the TV is just a bad person trying to trick us. Don't look at it." Leo’s lower lip trembled, but he nodded quickly, burying his face into Natalie’s white fur trim. Natalie rubbed Leo’s back, her mind working at a mile a minute. She looked up at me, a dark, wicked smirk slowly spreading across her face. "Panic won't solve this, Dean. But I will," Natalie said. "Amelia always was a cockroach. Surviving that hellhole in Johannesburg just proves she doesn't know when to stay down but a ghost can't reclaim a company."

Rose, the caretaker of the lakehouse, stands just outside the door, her figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the setting sun. Her warm smile falters the moment her eyes land on the bandage taped across my forehead. Concern clouds her face as she steps forward. “What happened, Natalie?”