Natasha Fairs Novels & Stories

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.”

Natasha arrived at the Indo Continent's royal airport three days after the confirmation. The unplanned nature of the visit irritated Prince. However, he had no choice but to refuse Prof Princess Natasha, Empress of the Green-Eyed Continent. After much contemplation, Prince accepted Prof. Princess Natasha and introduced her to his father, His Majesty Sir Justice Maclean. Princess Natasha was warmly welcomed by Grandma Felicia Justice Maclean. Grandma didn't like how she perceived Princess Justice Maclean as Prince's secret wife. Grandma called Princess and told her she had no choice but to relax because there was nothing she could do about it.

As he kept on driving, his organ of sight caught the attention of something he had rarely seen, and that immediately reminded him of Natasha. Natasha is a nice, beautiful woman who was twenty-four years old as of the past year. She was Gavriel's fiance, and she really loved him, but Gavriel did not love her back to the extent she loved him. Things were going well between them until a night before their marriage when Natasha came home wasted as a result of being in a drunk state in her bridal shower and threw up on Gavriel, and he called off their marriage.

I made a face as Enzo opened his office door, and there was Natasha, sitting in the chair smiling from ear to ear with a new shade of red lipstick. “Enzo! Little porcupine!” She said cheerily, looking at me with a mocking glance. “I thought I was going to wait for both of you forever.” Enzo rolled his eyes and took his seat. “Her name is Miss Hyest, Natasha. And it would be good of you to remember that.” “Yes, yes,” Natasha said, waving me away with her hand. “Now let's get down to business. I haven't got all day to be here. So you are serious about moving forward with this launch?”

Natasha Blaine stood at the edge of the string lights, neither smiling nor armed with a camera crew—just there, a storm in an expensive dress. “Forgive the intrusion,” Natasha said. “I didn’t come to fight.” Ava’s spine straightened. “What did you come to do?” “To see what he sees,” Natasha said. “And to warn you.” Ava’s laugh was not kind. “You think I haven’t been warned since I was nineteen?”

"Good night Daniel." When Natasha's eyes flutter open the next morning, there’s a nose huffing steady breaths where it’s pressed into her hair and an arm draped across her middle, just below her breast. Her brain is still foggy with sleep, and as she tries to recall a memory from yesterday that maybe she decided to take someone back to her hotel after all, that she finally feel brave enough to have someone to warm her bed, to make her feel good after all the things Josh has done to her.

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.

Let's go for the daughter. My heart skipped. I quickly shut my eyes to absorb the pain like a champion like I promised myself. But… Daughter?!! I continued reading, opening my eyes. SECOND TEXTER AGAIN: Don't target her for now. Let's go for the daughter. Natasha White or probably Natasha Vinny. Do it on Saturday when she goes out with the Nanny to swimming lessons. Natasha has had a dream of becoming a professional swimmer. Going out there. Winning medals. Swimming swiftly with ease through bodies of water.

I told her. “We all are. We don’t know what’s going on.” Now I am confused. Jacob and Sindy must come through the door. “Did you get yourself a mate while you were gone?” Nat asks me playfully. I smirk at her. We spend so much time together. She is practically my best friend. She makes her way down to Sindy. “Hi, I’m Natasha the Luna Queen. Nat to my friends.” Sindy looks like she is about to pass out.

When Arthur Vaughn suggested the marriage, she believed it was her chance: to belong, to start a family. But promises can turn into cages. Two years later, all that was left were quiet dinners, cold nights, and a marriage of empty routine. And always, Natasha Fairfax. Natasha, the woman plastered on every magazine, the face of Atheria’s high society. A model, a socialite, a name people chased. Born wealthy, raised to shine. Celeste’s perfectly polished daughter. Gideon Fairfax’s prized heir. She carried beauty and status like weapons. Wherever Sebastian went, cameras caught Natasha right beside him.