Natasha Flower Mga Nobela at Kwento

The thought of my mate being together keeps hitting my head repeatedly. Why can't you just return back, Natalie? *** I woke up from my slumber, raised my head and tilted my head around as a vanilla mixed with strawberry scent hit my nose. I arched my eyebrows as the scent became stronger and thicker. I stood up from the chair in an instant as I recognized the scent to be that of Natalia scent. It smells so nice but that isn't the issue. I stood in front of the door with a cold look on my face as I heard her approaching footsteps.

She hesitated, then opened it. "You think you’re safe because he chose you. You’re not. Watch your back." Her blood ran cold. She glanced around the office, but no one looked her way. Heart hammering, she locked her computer and hurried toward William’s private floor. She didn’t make it. Near the stairwell, Natasha stepped out of nowhere. “Well,” Natasha said, her smile sweet and venomous all at once. “Look who’s still pretending to belong here.” Lily froze. Natasha was radiant in a crimson dress, her diamond earrings catching the light. But her eyes—dark, wild—made Lily’s stomach twist.

A young woman stands at the doorway, dark hair, bright eyes that shine with mischief, and she laughs softly like she already knows what she has seen. “So,” she says, voice warm and teasing. “I’ve been far too busy to meet Regal’s wife, but here you are.” Kol’s face is stone again and I gulp slowly. “I’m Natasha,” she says with a smile. “Kol and Regal’s sister. But unlike them, I bleed too easily and bruise too quickly.” I frown, then she nods. “I'm human.” How's that even possible? She laughs at her own words. Her eyes study me curiously as if she has already learned something. “Are you bored here?” she asks suddenly, ignoring Kol.

" You look more amazing in person." Jasper smiled, still holding her hand. " I just say you look great too. I hope we're gonna bring out our best in this movie," Jasper said. Natasha smiled, " that's right " " Everyone, get ready," the director's voice was heard. They all got into their costumes. Natasha was wearing a simple floral dress with sandals, playing a village girl. The second lead wore a bold, sharp red outfit, with dark lipstick, fitting the role of the jealous, rich woman in town.

As they moved through the sun-kissed forest, Natasha’s fingers tightened on his shoulder, a silent plea for reassurance. “My stepmother will assist,” she assured him. “She’s an adept healer.” Max’s stride faltered. He had witnessed enough magic to understand its price. “What made you search for the flower again?” he inquired. Natasha hesitated, then whispered, “My stepmother is ill, as I mentioned earlier. The village head promised her a cure but he had not been forth coming till now” Natasha’s cottage loomed in the distance. "She will reward you," Natasha promised, her voice filled with hope.

Hearing Natasha's words, Mary looked at her in surprise and asked, "What are you talking about dear?" In response to her Mother's question, Natasha said, "I am talking about my biggest enemy, Natalie. Natalie has deceived us all. We knew that she was a stupid girl from the village, but in fact, she is an educated doctor. I saw her with my own eyes sitting in the hospital and seeing patients and after collecting information about this, I saw that she is indeed a doctor. She is a compassionate doctor who treats patients for free. I took advantage of her gentle heart and destroyed her."

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

She'd only known him for four months, how could she have picked up on all of his habits? The maid glanced at the calendar quickly. "Natasha's favorite flower is Daisy." The maid responded quietly. Anna doesn’t get it. Who is Natasha? So, what if her favorite flower is daisies? “I don’t understand.” She’s still puzzled. The maid sighed and looked down, as if she wasn't sure how to tell her madam. “She was Ibrahim’s ex-fiancé. She ran away on their wedding day last year.” Anna’s eyes turned big and she closed her mouth with her palm as she’s so shocked upon hearing what the maid told. Ibrahim had a fiancé?

It was subtle, sure, but it was there nonetheless, unmistakable. “Do you want to join me for cookies?” Rose found herself offering, not quite sure who the woman was, but definitely eager to find out… She could use some spice to her life. Roman had been far too careful with her as of late, as if her miscarriage had suddenly turned her into a doll that might break at the slightest wrong move. The woman scoffed, but ended up saying, “Sure.” “Care to tell me your name?” Rose asked after some time. “Natasha Petrov,” she told her immediately. “And no, you can’t call me Nat.”

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.