Natasha Nice Widow Novels & Stories

" But I'm loyal to my late husband " She said sipping the drink from her glass. Aasha's eyes snapped at her as she took her appearance. She was draped in a light golden saree as her hair flowed down beautifully with heavy earing and neck pieces and she had a thick bracelet on her wrists. She applied bold red lipstick and the same color red bindi on her forehead which became a final touch of her showcased authority in her appearance. She looked bold, independent, confident, and beautiful, and was draped in richness from top to bottom. It's not that she is thirsting for richness or jewelry but she's just grasping the amount of difference they have when they both are widows. One was queen while

Wendy called her maid to come sit with her. Initially, Natasha's heart skipped a beat, alle that while she's not comfortable. " yes ma'am I'm coming" Natasha run from the kitchen and sat with Wendy. " you see these watches, jackets and phones, if I get them for my hubby he will be happy about them right" Wendy asked " ye- yes ma'am, I so sure he will love them," Natasha stammered about her reply. " you know, two days from now, will be his birthday, let me order them right now from online." Wendy said so happily.

She already knew she did not like this Alberto guy. He kept on emphasizing the fact that she was a widow and Victoria hated it. He implied she did not have an identity outside of being Wilfred’s wife and that was the last thing she wanted to be remembered for. “Yes, and she is also my business partner now.” Ian retorted. “Ah, is that so? Good for you, Mrs. Darlington. Now, we have prepared a seat for the two of you. Please, enjoy the party.” He led them to their seat and Victoria settled herself down. In the seat, there are four more people on the same table as them.

If Natalie looked like a wealthy widow, then Colleen, in her black power suit, white silk blouse and a statement necklace she'd designed herself, was the head honcho of wealthy widows. Natalie couldn't be more proud of her and how far she'd come. She looked so much healthier and happier than she did when they first met. After a few more sessions with Sam and their support group, she'd be as good as new, like the girl in the Polaroid photo Levi had shown her. "All you need now is a pair of dramatic glasses to complete your fabulous wealthy widow look. Honestly, I'd be very afraid if I was Levi." "Maybe if we didn't have two kids on the way, I'd dispose of him, but I need someone for the diape

It was the exact tone he used to shut down unacceptable terms in a boardroom. Natasha finally turned her attention to Elara. She let her eyes drag from the hem of Elara's dress up to her face. "And you must be the famous Mrs. Thorne." Natasha offered a bright, flawless smile that did not reach her eyes at all. "The disgraced Aethelgard scientist. I have heard so much about your situation." She tilted her head, letting a note of fake, cloying sympathy enter her voice. "Everyone deserves a second chance. Or, in your case, a very wealthy benefactor to clean up the mess."

I was attracted to some women but it did mean I liked them or want to date them. Jade was different, she was not normal but she captivated me with her innocent way. She was the most beautiful woman in my eyes, no make up, no lipstick to need to enhance her beauty, it was all natural, so innocent. Although I have not seen her body, I know she has one beautiful curvy body.

I had promised Sophia that we would spend the day together, but I knew that I couldn't abandon my wife on her special day. As we stood at the entrance of the grand ballroom, I couldn't help but be struck by Bridgette's elegance. She wore a stunning red gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress was made of silk and chiffon, with intricate lace details that sparkled in the light. Her hair was styled in loose waves, and her makeup was subtle yet flawless. She looked like a true queen, and I couldn't help but feel proud to be her husband.

“You think you can get away from me that easily? Just wait until I catch you. You’ll regret it.” Tristan felt his pride trampled by the woman who had seemed so weak and helpless just the night before. Now he’d been humiliated, and the only way to soothe himself was to get her back—no matter what. After all, he had bought her. No one else was allowed to take what belonged to him. *** Tension filled the Redford household that morning. Brittany and Veronica bustled about, dressing in their finest clothes. Today, Carter’s lawyer—Pierre—was coming to read the will. Cordelia’s late father had left behind an inheritance they’d both been waiting for.

Trinity decided, getting up to do just that. Dmitri smiled softly at her. The woman always put others before herself, even if it was something as simple as giving them food she knew they'd like. Natalia squealed in delight, picking up the plate they'd set aside for them to eat and taking a bite happily. "Ffe aaar feecious," she said through a mouthful, and Trinity assumed she'd said 'these are delicious' for she thanked her, laughing a little. Valéry shook her head with a smile, picking a cookie for herself too.

To Elena, the hood jacket which was tight around her chest, the tight-fitting leather pants which stressed her heavily curved hips, and the long slimly built legs were deliberate temptations to the Catholic man. “Would you exercise a little more patience, Mister,” she said in a voice that conveyed much authority to the old man, who on sighting her, had pushed past Natasha, rushing up to her, and inquiring about his wife. Natasha, a woman of high status and power, perceived with admiration; the air of confidence and authority wielded by this woman, who Natasha was certain was the chief physician of the hospital. Natasha always felt a sense of connection when she saw women in positions of powe