Natasha Nice Widow Novels & Stories

Natasha is a 15yr-old- girl with a pure heart and soul of an angel, a cute smile and a weird sense of humour that turns a bit humiliating sometimes. She is gorgeous and elegant, however, she wasn't the same since childhood. She had a few awful years in her life and was continuously persecuted for being chubby and possessing acne-prone skin. Nevertheless, puberty hit her hard and she fought a war in the gym.

she said ushering me in while I trailed behind her slowly, I got into the mansion and was amazed by the sight in front of me, it was extremely beautiful, how can only one family live in such a big house??, I was really speechless, i kept on admiring the entire environment until we've gotten inside. the big royal door opened, ushering us in, the house was beyond beautiful, I tried as much as possible to maintain my composure as i scoured my eyes round the sitting room. As we approach the dinning room, we met a beautiful woman sitting in the dinning with a maid dressing her hair, the woman's face beamed in delight immediately she saw us coming, I guess she must be Madam Caroline.

Authur raise his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes as he followed Angel to the study. After about 10 minutes of talk with Curtis Yue, they stepped outside and meet Natasha wearing a lake blue strapless gown, her hair is elegantly pinned showcasing her delicate collarbone. With a touch of makeup, she resemble a blooming blue rose that caught people gaze. Curtis moved closer to her and welcome her. "You are welcome Miss Natasha, thank you for coming." Curtis Yue bowed down to welcome her. "It is my pleasure to be here." Natsha smiled a little. "Let's get you comfortable, what does Miss Natasha likes to drink." Curtis stepped forward to help her through the party.

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

Her lipstick matched the folder in her hand: crimson, deliberate. “Well,” she said, taking in his rolled sleeves and the faint scent of roses that clung to him, “the rumors are true. You finally found someone to scandalize me with.” “Good morning, Natasha.” “Morning for you, perhaps. For me, it’s a PR apocalypse.” She tossed a tablet onto his desk. Headlines blazed across it: The Billionaire and the Widow. Love in Bloom, Stocks in Question. “You couldn’t have chosen a quieter woman?”

Natasha’s Pov The annual party was today and I had no choice to attend as a representative for my family, since my parents and brother were overseas for business. Sidney had a prior meeting, so she would arrive later. My makeup was done and I put on a black silk gown that showed off my curves. My hair packed in a tight bun, diamonds on my ears and neck. As I stepped into the room, the air shifted, eyes followed me, whispering. I had been dubbed as the heartless fiancée who brought bad luck all thanks to Ashley. Liam's family was in charge of hosting the party this year.

She had that energy—carefree, like shopping was therapy. “I need to get him some clothes from the children’s section. Will you be okay here?” “Sure,” I replied casually. “We’ll be back in five.” She winked, though I almost laughed. Sarah and five minutes in a boutique? That was the real fantasy. I turned toward a nearby display, trailing my fingers along a rack of silky black dresses when I heard the voice that could sour milk. “Well, look what the wind blew in—if it isn’t the Black Widow herself. Or should I say, Slut Queen?”

She said to Nancy but didn't receive any response back from the stubborn girl that had bluntly refused to go back to her home and also to work. She smiled when she stepped out of her house to find it being free from the paparazzi,then put on her glasses to avoid running into anyone who might know her. She played the music on her phone, connecting it with the Bluetooth in her ears. Natasha started jogging,trying to exercise or might i say trying to clear her mind free of Luca and also think of a better strategy for her to tackle her problem. Skyler might have taken her position to the company with her cunning act but she still had her birthright to protect,she still felt surprised that she ha

She forces a trembling smile. “Oh, you know my situation, ladies,” she sighs, letting her eyelids flutter downward as if fighting back tears. “My poor, darling husband... passed away years ago. He left me with nothing but a broken heart and our beautiful son. Everything I have, every penny that allows me to sit among you wonderful women, comes from my son’s grueling work. It’s been so hard being a grieving widow in this cruel world, but one manages.” A soft murmur of sympathy ripples through the table. Kathy reaches out to pat her arm. “Oh, Natasha, you are so brave—”

"There is a reason for that. We don't really like talking about it, but my friend has a problem with conceiving, so I helped her out. Turns out I'm very fertile, and have an overproduction of eggs." "Thats so nice of you." Maddie gush. I know which friend I can brainwash and manipulate into playing my game. "Yes, I mean. Every woman deserves a child, don't they? Right Natalie? I'm sure that you and Mr Cross must have a young one running around." "I should go. Leo really needs me." Natasha gets up suddenly. I hide my laugh as she throws down money on the table then leaves. 'I'm coming for your man, Natasha. So watch out.’