Natasha Fairs Novels & Stories

I ask and I can’t hide the sound of being annoyed and pissed just by mentioning them, the two look at me. “Oh! I forgot, they are just downstairs and are planning for a party. I don’t know what that WITCH is planning to do now but I know it has something to do with acting clean and weak in front of Henry. Oh by the way dear, we're proud of you.” My nana said as she rubs my aching cheek. “For what? I haven’t done anything that you can be proud of?” I ask confuse as I touch my aching cheek. “For covering Beth and standing against that WENCH. That Sammantha has gone too far. Someone should bring her to her place.” My nana said.

” James burst out in laughter but covered it up with a cough when he saw Natashas scolding eyes. Natasha rolled her eyes and scoffed. She was wearing a pair of tight leather pants, a tight fitted-knitted shirt with puffy arms and her hair was half down with the other half tied on the top. Honestly, she looked damned good for her age and if you didn't know how old she was, you'd think she was in her thirties. Natasha turned around so that she was facing the lake, she extended her arms, and in the most over-dramatic way possible she announced,

While the guests were showering me with flattery, my fourth-oldest brother, Emerson Fairchild, my fifth-oldest brother, Evan Fairchild, and my sixth-oldest brother, Ezra Fairchild, walked in and gathered around Natalie. Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to them. Natalie wore an exaggerated pink puffy dress and a large rhinestone-encrusted bow on her head, hugging a teddy bear. "Ev, is it really okay for me to dress like this? Won't I steal Nev's spotlight?" I almost threw up the milk from the night before. [Whose baby dresses like a pink poisonous mushroom that came to life?] Evan was a racecar driver with the most flamboyant personality. He threw his arm around Natalie's shoulders. "

"Sei please talk to me . I can't see you crying like that . I will kill that bastard tomorrow so don't worry ." "No! Don't do anything to him . You will be taken to the court ." "Then tell me about it . I will listen as long as you tell me ." "You won't believe me ." "I will believe everything you say , you just say it . " "Well you see I have the fairy mother's blessings in my voice . " "What!? " "Yes the fairy godmother blessed my voice when I was seven years old . " "You are saying the fairies exist ?" " They do . Do you not believe me ?"

Each guest was completely spellbound by the sight before them, blissfully unaware of the bombshell that was about to drop. "This is a sight that will be talked about for years to come," someone murmured. "So much concentrated power, all in one simple view," another person marveled. "Madame Bella has this way of creating an unspoken barrier between herself and the Quintana elders. She always makes everyone feel they're outmatched by her status. I just love her elegant sense of superiority," one woman chimed in, her voice laced with amusement. "It's not just a small distance," another observer noted.

I did not know how to explain it to him, but then I heard him say, "If Mommy doesn't want us, then whatever. I don't like her either!" His eyes showed nothing but unfamiliarity toward Natasha, with no trace of dependence. I was stunned. When did it get to this point? Natasha had been thrown into the corporate world at a young age. By her early 20s, she was already drowning in meetings, late nights, and constant networking over drinks.

Natasha. My stomach tightened. I set down my pencil and moved quietly toward the main living area. They stood near the entrance, Natasha in a tailored black coat that accentuated her elegant frame, her dark hair swept into a flawless chignon. She looked every bit the formidable EVP—poised, intelligent, and carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had never dimmed herself for a man. “I wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t urgent, Khalid,” she was saying, her voice clipped but urgent. “Richard’s dealings… I have documents. Offshore accounts, regulatory shortcuts on the European merger. It could sink Voss Holdings if it goes public.”

The word echoes in my mind, a cruel taunt that mocks my carefully laid plans. I've known Natasha for years. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Silvanus, she comes from a bloodline of powerful Alphas. Her beauty is matched only by her strength and intelligence. I've seen her take on pack warriors twice her size and emerge victorious, a feral grin on her face. She exudes confidence and raw sexuality that draws others to her like moths to a flame.

She felt millions and millions of eyes on her and couldn’t hear herself think over the roar of the crowd. She had always been the invisible one and had always wondered what it would be like to get noticed, This wasn’t just for fun now, now it was to make her mark somewhere just once. “Natasha do you know anything about your powers yet.” Garth spoke into her headset for the first time making her jump. “Nothing I don’t even know what I am yet.” Natasha said as it dawned on her that she was basically defenceless here. “Its ok Natasha, tell me how quickly do you get angry?”

His hands flexed on my stomach. “I know. I can smell it all over you,” he growled. I shivered. “Falcon, please.” “Tell me about yourself, baby,” he begged. I silently cursed. “I’m Natasha. I’m 18. I’m… my mom is still alive. I like to read and hunt. I like to work and earn my own way.” I lifted my head to lick his neck. “I am competitive and don’t like taking no for an answer.”