Natasha Fairs Mga Nobela at Kwento

Natasha is a 15yr-old- girl with a pure heart and soul of an angel, a cute smile and a weird sense of humour that turns a bit humiliating sometimes. She is gorgeous and elegant, however, she wasn't the same since childhood. She had a few awful years in her life and was continuously persecuted for being chubby and possessing acne-prone skin. Nevertheless, puberty hit her hard and she fought a war in the gym.

QUEEN NATASH, the most powerful woman in Los Angeles and the boss of NATEL casino where all the games take place. Natasha Garcia was born to the family of Smith and Helen Garcia. Me Smith worked as a driver for a very influential politician, but one day he witnessed a murder scene that cost him his life and that of his wife. Little Natasha had to grow up alone in the street eating from the waste and she grew up desperate for a way out of poverty. She was finally scouted by Mrs. Cruz who took her into her casino. Her job was as a stripper who had to tend to all the needs of their clients.

“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Natasha, Lars’s wife.” “Ma’am,” I said, uncertain of what to call her. “Please, sit.” Natasha gestured to the small couch in my room, did she just tell me to sit in my room. “I wanted to speak with you.” I sat, posture automatically straightening. What could she want to talk about? Natasha settled into the chair across from me, crossing her legs. “I’ve been away on business for some time, so I’m catching up on what’s been happening here. I understand you’ve become our new champion fighter.”

But he's right. I release a slow breath and settle back in my seat, though every muscle remains coiled tight. The lights dim. Conversation drops to an expectant hush. Suddenly Hank's voice booms over speakers: "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to a special bonus event!" Spotlights blaze to life, illuminating the arena floor. "In the red corner—our reigning champion! Natasha the Reaper! Twenty-three wins, zero losses!" A door opens. A woman emerges—easily six feet tall, two hundred pounds of solid muscle. Scars crisscross her arms and face like a roadmap of violence. She rolls her shoulders, cracks her neck, and grins at the crowd.

It was the fact that we were up against a very strong force. And I suspected that the Circle, and some people in Weasels were in on it. “Gentlemen,” A familiar voice said, as a figure emerged from a portal. “Missed me?” Natasha had changed into a beautiful flowing skirt that hugged her curves. And a short scarf-like blouse that exposed her belly. Her bow and arrow were hung on her back. “Perhaps,” I shrugged. She took her seat close to Qyle and crossed her legs. “Don't bother seducing him. Other women aside from Mirah are just walking walls in his eyes.” Qyle smirked.

Natalie suddenly squinted her eyes as her gaze drifted over Natalie's pure white cheeks. There was a hint of ambiguity in Natasha's eyes, causing Natalie to inexplicably feel a sense of fear brewing inside her. She then touched her smooth cheek. "You're not planning to ruin my face, are you?" Ruining her face would give Natasha, the stand-in a chance to replace her. So this was what Natasha was planning! How shameless. Natalie wouldn't let Natasha succeed. Without hesitation, she immediately rejected it aloud, "Natasha, don't even think about it. I won't bet on my face!"

“I'm helping Natasha with her fall reading festival this year. She's been holding it for how many years now?” “Eight.” she says, shoving another piece of chicken in her mouth. Some sauce dribbles down her mouth and her tongue traces her bottom lip to lick it off. I'm staring at those lips, dirty nasty, adult thoughts intruding my sanity when Adam taps my leg. He definitely noticed. Game over. I have to pull it together, it's now or never. I need to get done with dinner, get home, take care of my aching dick and I will never have to see this temptress again. That’s the plan. I can do it. When I make up my mind, nothing can stop me. I need to remember, if I can work my ass off not only e

She said. I took her hand and and smiled back at her. “I'm Natasha. Nat for sure.” She seemed nice, and bubbly which was weird for a goth girl. She gave me a drop-down of everything I had to know, the more important things that would help me stay out of trouble with the elites. I was surprised when she said she was only here for fun, unlike me who thought she could dream of a better life. I asked for notes and she let me know the devastating news.

’Cause according to her Grace had snatched her limelight. Natasha considered herself no less than a Diva. She loved bossing around and Adam was also helpless since her work defended her arrogant ass. She was the best at her task. Natasha in fact ran his cafe so he had no option but to bear her bitchy attitude but things change since the day he hired Grace.

*** Ana was on an airplane flying to Alaska. The girl could imagine how Darice would react if she found out about her reckless behavior. Darice would definitely get angry and sulk at her. But Ana would think about that later. Now she had to focus on Prof. Adams' assignment. "Excuse me, Miss. This is food for you." A flight attendant came to give her food. Ana nodded while saying thank you. The girl started eating her food. After she finished eating, the flight attendant came back to clean up the table. Ana decided to sleep until she reached her destination.