Natasha Liu Bordizzo Height Novels & Stories

The announcer’s voice echoed through the arena. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, Isabella versus Natasha!” I walked through the gate, the familiar rush of adrenaline sharpening my senses. The crowd’s roar washed over me like a wave. This was my tenth match. The training, endless hours with Viktor, the sparring sessions with Lucia—everything was paying off. Natasha stood on the opposite side of the ring. She was tall, with a muscular build, dark hair pulled back in a tight braid. Her arms were corded with muscle, her stance confident.

“Be careful, Don.” After a few sessions, the auction host walked to Natalie’s side. The chubby man exclaimed, “And here comes the next lady! Cavendish Smith!” The woman whom the host mentioned still didn’t change her expression. She seemed to have no business with anything and anyone who was there. It was as if her world was separate from theirs. And that intrigued Dante even more. “She is 29 years old, 175 cm, and 55 kg. She’s no longer a virgin, but with a face this beautiful and a body this sexy, who wouldn’t be satisfied?” The host introduced Natalie with a laugh.

Instead, the sunlight caught the expensive, bottle-blonde waves of Natasha. She stood there, all 5’8” of her, looking like she’d just stepped off a runway. Her sassy gaze swept over the room with a sense of ownership that Nova could never hope to mimic. She was wearing a dress that cost more than Nova’s entire wardrobe, clinging to her curves in all the right places, her lips painted a defiant shade of red.

Natasha turned to where the direction of that cold,deep and mysterious voice was coming from,she met with a grey eyes which went darker the minute he walked up to her. Natasha was so lost admiring the man standing in front of her that she forgot her worries which was hunting her since today. The man standing infront of her stood 6ft tall,his muscular body making her small and vulnerable compared to his,the curve of his oval face highlighting his small sexy lips which was so kissable.

CHARLOTTE'S P.O.V “Father,” Liana said and he briefly glanced at her, “There was an argument in town today and I was able to calmly resolve it and there were no casualties at all.” Liana is everyone’s definition of perfect with her high cheekbones and thin lips, perfectly slim body and of average height at 5’4 compared to my towering 5’9. Her slicked jet black hair stopped right above her shoulders and her eyes were a vile shade of green; almost like poison.

Natasha, fueled by her pent-up emotions, confronted her father boldly, expressing how he had neglected her during her upbringing, prioritizing his business and the pursuit of wealth. At the time of this incident, Natasha was nineteen years old. Frustrated by the confrontation, she left her father's house and rode her bicycle to a public space near a slum, almost like a playground. There, she observed other children, less privileged than herself, playing freely and joyfully.

Tony asked as he watched his mother lick her lips as she stared at his hard dick. Natasha chuckled and whispered, "I'm an orgasm ahead if anyone was keeping score." "Keeping score?" Tony said softly. "Men get to pee standing up and women get multi orgasms." "How many orgasms?" Tony asked. Natasha stood up slowly and grinned as she replied, "I think my record for one day is around thirteen big ones and an uncountable number of little ones." "Uh, how about dad?" Natasha giggled. "Three squirters and a few want to be ones."

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.”

She quickly grabbed the money and kissed it, then rose to her feet and walked away, towards the cabin corridor. I knew she was going to take a shower. I would too, if I let someone piss all over me. This game was insane, and out of everyone, I seemed to be the only one unamused by it. "We're moving on to the last round of the game," Lil Cash announced, "Greg and Natasha, you're up." Natasha was a brown-skinned, beautiful lady who looked to be from the Caribbeans. She was wearing a cute butterfly mask on a perfectly made-up face. Her hair had cowries interwoven with her dreadlocks, giving her an exotic look.

Stepping into the ring, Edda looked at her opponent. "I'm Natasha Bryant, a Blue Feather Sect outer disciple." Natasha smiled at Edda and drew the longsword from the sheath. The flame-like lines on the sword's body were like scalding molten lava, and everyone present could feel the scorching temperature even though they were far apart.