Natasha Bruce Novels & Stories

“I don’t think the Virsathen blessed you as priestess. I have a strong feeling that her intention is different.” Fleetingly, she considered Margarette’s plan of going back to Earth. If only the disturbance in Bronithe didn’t come about, she must’ve been having a long rest on her bed back in Dela Paz. But she had things to do in Lenriad. Travelling by air, they passed by the green pastures of the Shiarre Eugoroa. She also saw the pixie forest, so gloomy and silent. Their next destination was Shasta. Margarette said she felt presence of the Murdathes lingered there.

The resulting sensation is deeply unpleasant, determined to tear myself in half trying to decide what it wants. I can only stare at her. She's my height, maybe an inch taller in the enormous black combat boots planted firmly on the floor. Every inch of her carved from something stronger than ordinary flesh. Wide shoulders stretch beneath a black tank top, powerful arms disappear beneath sleeves of ink that continue across her collarbones and down her chest. She looks dangerous. Her thighs are huge beneath dark combat trousers, built through years of fighting not for aesthetics. She radiates the energy of a person who has spent her entire life surviving things that would destroy anyone else.

Natasha didn't actually want to listen to what Natalie was saying. But when she mentioned the Sullivan family's miracle worker, Natasha involuntarily stopped in her tracks. She didn't care how Natalie normally harmed her. No matter how much she tried to harm her, even if it meant tearing apart the sky, Natasha wouldn't pay attention. But it was different this time. Natalie mentioned Natasha's grandpa. Natalie even dared to harm Joshua's grandpa. Her actions had almost sent Philip straight to his grave.

She had to tilt her head upward to meet my eyes, as she was shorter than me. "You have led our people brilliantly over the years, Alexander. You have been a good lord, using your logic and instincts wisely," Mum said. "But ?" She sighed. "Why is this girl being kept in our healing center instead of being locked up? Surely, you know that rogues are a danger to any kingdom." "Mum, she is not a threat," I defended Natasha. She crossed her arms. "How would you know?" "Because she's my mate," I wanted to say, but stopped myself.

Five minutes later she had explained everything, everything and Maya listened quietly. When Natasha finally finished, silence settled between them. Then Maya asked, "Why are you upset?" Natasha blinked. "What kind of question is that?" "A simple one." Maya leaned back. "He has secrets." Natasha replied. "Exactly." Maya said and Natasha frowned. "So?" Maya shrugged. "People have secrets." "This isn't forgetting a birthday, Maya." Natasha said and Maya replied. "I know." "He's literally connected to organized crime." Natasha said again. "I know."

he replied. Drake motioned his hand and said, “You may leave,” Dillon then left at a swift speed. His Beta may think that he’s heartless, but that’s what he is, and he has a reputation to maintain. He will not let his emotion defeat his bravery. It is better for him not to show any care. But no matter how he denies it, he knew that the moment he stopped touching her, he was already doing the art of care. Emily was beautiful but weak… even if her appearance shouts an aura of a future Luna of a pack. But to a ruthless Alpha King like him, that’s something he would never have.

"That's why Damian didn't marry your sister Natasha, because she wasn't his type at all." Ace chuckled. "Natasha?... What is she doing now?" Sarah asked curiously. "She is doing some small modeling projects as she has no other income source... Xavier has destroyed your father and brother and Natasha refused to take their responsibility. She is still behind Damian but he is in love with Rose, his bodyguard..." Ace explained. "I heard that Natasha even challenged Rose for fighting and Got her nose broken just in one punch... Stupid girl" "Is this Rose a bad news?"

Natasha said while looking down. Natasha instantly started to stammer as Helena was a woman who holds the power to make the opposite person feel intimidated. After the death of her husband, she single-handedly handled the whole empire. The Watson empire is larger than anyone can think. There are rumours that this large empire is standing on the blood and tears of many innocent people. But from where they find this theory, is yet unknown.

If it weren’t for her clenched jaw and flushed face, I would’ve thought I imagined it. I held my breath and counted to thirty. “You’re the one that told my father to keep me away from Lilac. What else have you meddled in? How the fuck does sabotaging our lives help destroy the Eye?” Hakeem pulled me back as Natasha crossed the room, headed for one of the leather couches. She lowered herself into the seat and brushed her hair from her face. Everything about her, from her expression to the way she carried herself, screamed poised and collected. Here she was seconds away from being mauled to death and she couldn’t even muster a tendril of fear.

I replied with a smirk on my face. “You should do it cleanly,” Baldwin advised. “I can refer you to a professional in matters like that.” “I will take care of it, sir,” I told him confidently. “Of course, you will,” he sighed. "Next person?” “It’s the last person,” I told him as I scrolled to the last slide. “She is Bruce’s wife, Natasha Hills now Natasha Stamford.” “Interesting. She is your ex-girlfriend. How do you intend to take care of her?” Baldwin asked.