Romans & histoires Natasha Knight Books

My Alpha Of Knight. *************THE END************

Not after what she had said. But the ache would not quiet. “Damien,” she whispered into the darkness, the name falling from her lips like a confession. Her wolf whined in response, curling tighter beneath her skin. Natasha’s hand stilled. She lay there in the dim light, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, caught between the need building inside her and the pride that refused to let her give in. She was a warrior. She had faced worse than a fractured bond. She had survived her mother’s death, her father’s distance, a lifetime of being underestimated.

Natasha simply laughed, her amusement echoing through the line. "Oh, they're safe for now," she replied cryptically. "But whether they stay that way depends entirely on you." Natasha's voice dripped with malice as she spoke, her words cutting through the air like a knife. "I know you'll try to act smart, Nelson," she sneered, her tone dripping with contempt. "But the smarter you think you are, the more your children will suffer." A chill ran down Nelson's spine as Natasha described the potent poison she claimed to have administered to Kyle and Kelly. His heart pounded with fear at the thought of losing his beloved children.

The pompous prince of Shadowers; Kai, the prince of Paradisia; Kaleb, and the arrogant prince of Zandaya; Xavier. Worse still, she becomes their roommate. Natasha soon discovers that the Dark Realm Royal Academy isn't all it seems, and to survive she must join hands with her enemies. This is an enemies-with-benefits reverse harem story, and the second book of The Kings of Vermont Series. It can be read as a standalone. Here's a sneak peek of the book below. Chapter One. Natasha Loud music poured out from the speakers placed at specific positions around the bar. “A glass of Black Martini, please,” I said to the bartender with a flirtatious smile. He smiled back, his gaze slipping down my face

She refused to give Elijah the thought of victory. "Well, regardless of the fact I'm adopted, the media still associates me with the Knights. But look at you, most times, the media forgets there's a last grandson." Natasha provoked, her lips curling up into a mocking smile. "Natasha Knight, I'm going to kill you!" Elijah suddenly yelled and threw himself towards Natasha. But who was Natasha? She is the sister who had spent the better part of her life running away from her younger sister and planning the deaths of a lot of people. Beating up a kid who had no formal martial art training was a piece of cake to her.

The person asked. "Sir her name is Natasha." He let out. "You know what to do. It's time to meet this girl. She has created a lot of chaos in our life." James Knights smirked evilly. [James is Liam's father.]

The half-smile on Natasha’s face told me that was exactly why she recommended the dress. Well, I guess I was going commando tonight. Evangeline and I took a moment to explore the west wing. When we finally made it to her bedroom we stepped inside to find Knight reclined on the massive four-postered bed, twirling a pair of lacey blank underwear on his finger. Her suitcase was wide open. “You—” She sputtered, her pretty face turning red. He crossed his booted feet at the ankles and gave her an indolent smile. Despite being a pain in the ass, I had to admit Knight was pretty damn attractive. He looked like some kind of rogue Prince, his shirt rising up his toned stomach to reveal a slew of colo

Knight says while the rock-hard erection in his pants salutes me. It’s hard to not look down and stare at it, but I take one quick glance before I hear Trinity walk in and then Mr. Knight rushes out of the room. Trinity is a tall bleach blonde in her thirties, with long legs and short hair. Her boobs are so perky that I want to punch her, because mine have never been that way. I mean honestly, they must be fake for sure. I’m hardly anything to look at compared to her, with my long chestnut hair and my brown eyes. Matter of fact, I look like every other girl out there. That’s why I find it hard to believe that men find me attractive.

Phase two begins tonight. She smirked.“Time to watch the queen burn.” ~~~ Selene called Natasha later that afternoon. “Let’s meet,” she said simply. “Where?” “Anywhere but not here.” Natasha hesitated. “Is this about…?” “Yes,” Selene said. “And I’m done pretending I don’t feel the knife in my back.” There was a long pause. Then Natasha said, “I’ve got wine and claws, babe. Let’s tear someone apart.” ~~~

With a glance at my lips and lingering look at my chest, he walked out. I kept staring at the closed door for minutes. He is a bad idea. But the problem is...... I like bad ideas. _____________________________ Natasha's POV: I was standing near the bar waiting for Nora to arrive. I looked around and saw Xavier my elder brother with his friends. Brittany was hanging literally on his shoulder. I let out a huff and looked away. My brother is very famous. Whereas I am not so famous. Everyone either knows me as Xavier sister or the Throne’s girl.