Natasha Cioara Novels & Stories

He simply turned and walked away. Jennifer clenched her fists. “This is all because of her,” she whispered angrily. Abroad, Natalie stood on the balcony of her apartment. The night breeze blew gently. She looked at the city below calmly. Her phone vibrated. “Yes, Glen,” she answered. “Young Miss, there is new information from the Cooper side,” Glen’s voice came from the other end. Natalie narrowed her eyes. “What is it?” “Mr. Cristian is still looking for a woman to bear his child, but once again, he failed.”

"What's the occasion?" "Apparently Aaron wants Elias to see something." That immediately caught her attention because now she might have an idea why he wants to take Elias there. "Tell everyone I'll meet them downstairs." "Already waiting." "Of course you are." Rowan disconnected. Half an hour later, Natasha arrived with the rest of the team at the research complex. The massive glass structure still looked unbelievable even in daylight. Liora tilted her head back and whistled. "Okay. This is officially the coolest place I've ever seen."

They both stare at me; his expression a mix of warning and disappointment, hers wide-eyed innocence. The supervisor smiles awkwardly. “Natasha isn’t feeling well today. Please excuse her.” With that, she shoots me a glance that screams 'what’s wrong with you' before motioning for the couple to sit. “Let me formally introduce you. Ivan, Thalie, this is Dr. Natasha Zorin; a senior OB-GYN and researcher. And Natasha, this is Thalie Noor. She will take over your position.” Her voice turns more reverent. “And this is Ivan Radek, the Alpha of this pack.”

Christina scanned her surroundings and said, "Are you sure you want to talk with me here, out in the open?" Natalie replied, "I have other things to attend to. If it's not something urgent, come back tomorrow... no, the day after tomorrow." "You're quite the busy person now. It makes sense. You're the founder of Auro Studio and the CEO of Sylvan Gems," Christina remarked as she looked at Natalie, who was a head shorter than herself.

Paul turned toward Nora, who smiled at the two couples on the couch. "It's nice to meet you. I promise Jon will not get out. I will do everything in my power to keep you from having to testify against him. With all the evidence, it shouldn't be necessary unless you want to." Nora held her hand out to each person as she spoke. Natalia immediately liked her. She was short, probably no more than five foot two, with short blonde hair cut in a pixie cut. As cute as she was, Natalia could tell she was all business and could command a room. She smiled at her.

She's gone. The meme sits in my hand, unsent, and the soup goes cold. "Aria." Natasha's voice, careful and close. She's been stationed at the adjacent workstation all morning, and I suspect now that it wasn't accidental. "Come sit with me for a minute." "I'm working," I say. "The bot network will still be there in ten minutes," Natasha says. "Come sit." I follow her to the window seat at the far end of the command center, the one that looks out over the south garden. The roses are catching the late morning light. Giuliana's forty-year project, patient and thorough and still blooming.

I beg you, please do something," Lucas said desperately, holding Natalie's hand. Natalie consoled Lucas and said, "Dad, I have already tried this but everything is ruined for Natasha. Lucian said that he would meet you today and sign the contract papers but after Natasha's obscene video went viral, Lucian changed his decision. Lucian says that he will not work with a company where a vulgar girl like Natasha owns 25 percent of the company's shares. Lucian said only because of Natasha he has changed his mind. He is considering another company for the project"

After a few minutes, they turned towards me and began approaching us. I squared my shoulders, keeping my expression neutral as the women approached. The blonde had an air of authority about her, her steps deliberate and confident. The other woman, the shorter one, had sharp eyes that seemed to assess me with every step. “You must be Caine,” the blonde said, stopping in front of me. Her voice was smooth, but something was unsettling about it. “I’m Natasha. This is Elara.” I gave a curt nod, my fists still clenched at my sides. “And you’re the ones diving into my head?”

“But then, if you want that so badly, I can make it work. Shareholders, it will be unfair if Baldwin here is the only candidate for the director’s position so I will propose that we have another candidate.” I shook my head sideways, “Will you do it, Bruce?” “No,” he shook his head in the negative. The door opened and Natasha walked in majestically. She stood at the podium, right beside me. Afterwards, she pushed me away from the microphone and addressed the shareholders. “My name is Natasha Stamford, wife to Bruce Stamford. I am sure you already know that though…” she said, chuckling at the end of it. “I plan to be the second candidate for the vacant director’s position. I do hope you vote f

"That was quite a scene. Who is that woman? She kind of looks familiar," Sam asks about the wild brunet. "Sheila Mateo, the CEO of SM fashion,” Natasha answers indifferently. “Girls, I got to go. My puddles must be hungry by now, and I have a sleep to catch on." She is in a rush. "Oh, sure," I reply.