Novel & Cerita Natasha Knight Books

Hi guys. I hope you are enjoying this book. Just to let you know that this book is actual a sequel. There are three-in-one series about three sisters - Diane, Malvika and Natasha. The first book, 'Unrequited Love' is about Diane and it's been published on Goodnovel. You can check my profile page. 'Broken Hearts' is the second book about Natasha. The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts.

She would dress, slowly now, because bending over made her head spin and her vision blur at the edges, and she would force herself to stand straight, shoulders back, chin lifted, the posture of a warrior who had never known weakness. You are Natasha of the Crescent Moon pack. Daughter of an Alpha. Sister to warriors. You have earned your place among the strongest fighters in five kingdoms. You will not be brought low by biology. But her hands trembled as she laced her leathers, and the waistband that had always fit perfectly now pressed uncomfortably against her lower belly. She left it loose. Damien was always there.

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.

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.]

“Maverick! When my kid told me you’d be here I knew I had to come.” Natasha was the last to make an appearance, hidden behind Titus Einar’s large frame. She slipped into the seat across from Knight and smoothed her hands down the long floral skirt she had on. I cleared my throat, pushing away the memory of when my brother’s and I had first met Natasha. The first words she’d spoken to us were a prophecy of sorts. An unwanted glimpse into our dark futures. It was a good thing I didn’t believe in that shit. I made my future. I decided my fate.

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.

She had to tilt her head upward to meet my eyes, as she was shorter than me. "You have led our people brilliantly over the years, Alexander. You have been a good lord, using your logic and instincts wisely," Mum said. "But ?" She sighed. "Why is this girl being kept in our healing center instead of being locked up? Surely, you know that rogues are a danger to any kingdom." "Mum, she is not a threat," I defended Natasha. She crossed her arms. "How would you know?" "Because she's my mate," I wanted to say, but stopped myself.

I couldn’t begin to imagine the kind of political power this man and… the pack possessed. “Can I ask you a question?” I said. Wraith’s gaze fell on me, and I took that as a ‘yes.’ “There was this girl—black hair, green eyes…” “Natasha. Her name is Natasha.” “Well, Natasha was saying something about being ‘marked,’ and I got curious. I want to know how the marking works.” “What did she say exactly?” “She said she didn’t think my ‘human body’ could handle it…” “She’s wrong,” he said, but nothing more.