Natasha Nice Widow Novels & Stories

Julia just said in disbelief after they found out what happened earlier and what Alex did. “I’m fine so please just don’t make it a big deal, okay? Now, just leave me alone for now because I just want to rest more,” Natasha simply said to her best friends and they just heaved a deep sigh and nodded at her then they already left her alone inside the room. When they are already gone, Natasha can’t contain her emotions anymore and the tears that she is preventing finally fall down from her eyes. She just cried silently inside the room because she is really hurt with the way her husband treats her over his ex-girlfriend. ___

"You're right. I've always been a bit nosey, and it's hard not to be with such a favorable match." "And why's that? Because a Dhampir like me should be so lucky as to have the hand of a Royal Moroi?" Natasha let out a small laugh. "Hardly," she raised an eyebrow and leaned forward like she had a secret. "Adrian is a lovely young man, more than lovely if you ask the high-and-mighty Tatiana. But I think we both know who the real prize in that deal was." She winked at me. Actually winked at me.

Natasha can't believe the gut of those two people, she would need to find a way to get rid of them sooner or later, but for now. She has more important things to think and worry about. Good thing Old Zachary is coming back home, he can at least knock some sense into that son of his, who's bent on getting married to a low life. She was destined to be Tristan's wife and nothing in this world can change that. "Mom, look. It's Mr Zachary and that bitch." Natalie called the attention of her Mom. She can't believe they are hanging out together like that. What does that stupid girl think she is to him? His wife?

’Cause according to her Grace had snatched her limelight. Natasha considered herself no less than a Diva. She loved bossing around and Adam was also helpless since her work defended her arrogant ass. She was the best at her task. Natasha in fact ran his cafe so he had no option but to bear her bitchy attitude but things change since the day he hired Grace.

“I am truly blessed that my mate is not shallow.” Falcon’s eyes held pride as he looked at me and I took his hand before turning back to the woman who was watching me with a glint in her eye. She walked around me in a circle, forcing me to let Falcon’s hand go. “Hmmm… answer me something, Natasha.” I narrowed my eyes on her. “What is it?” “Is Falcon your only one? Or are you just a whore?” My body stiffened. “Excuse me?”

It was the fact that we were up against a very strong force. And I suspected that the Circle, and some people in Weasels were in on it. “Gentlemen,” A familiar voice said, as a figure emerged from a portal. “Missed me?” Natasha had changed into a beautiful flowing skirt that hugged her curves. And a short scarf-like blouse that exposed her belly. Her bow and arrow were hung on her back. “Perhaps,” I shrugged. She took her seat close to Qyle and crossed her legs. “Don't bother seducing him. Other women aside from Mirah are just walking walls in his eyes.” Qyle smirked.

I did tell you I enjoyed the hunt, well what could be a bigger prize than Wicknace’s favourite mistress? Now, Natasha was undeniably attractive, late twenties, very dark Russian vibes with her pale skin, long flowing black hair and vampish eyes. Tonight she wore a low-cut burgundy dress, a sparkling diamond necklace trailing all the way down her breastbone. She danced around me too. On a night like this a few months ago, his nominated arm candy selection for the evening, she had found her way to my section of the bar. Seducing the Alpha’s mistress, it was a stupid game to play but as I it felt like a win.

The last thing she wanted was to bump into Louis after their very uncomfortable conversation/ fight. Sprinting down the stairs was a shapely model of a woman with a skimpy dress and wet hair: Natasha. The confusion that hit her immediately. 'Hi, you must be Louis' little wife.' The smile that Natasha flashed Wendy was filled with contempt. 'Don't worry I was just on my way out. A little advice, Louis doesn't like them innocent. Learn how to give a man a hard hot fuck. Bye.' And just like that, the woman disappeared out of the door.

"And so thin. Are you eating enough? I know how stressful it must have been these past couple of days. And… living with a man like Kieran Westfield." The way she says his name, like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth, makes my jaw clench. She has no idea what she's talking about, but then again, she never has. Before I can answer, the sound of heels on marble announces another arrival. Natasha appears at the top of the grand staircase like some twisted version of Cinderella. She's wearing a flowing sundress in pale pink with her hair perfectly curled and cascading over one shoulder. "Well, well." Natasha descends the stairs with grace, one hand trailing along the banister. "Look what the cat

As he stormed down the hallway, his feet pounding the floor like a drumbeat, Nathan's momentum sent him crashing into someone, his arms flailing wildly as he struggled to regain balance. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, but it was nothing compared to the seismic jolt that hit him when his eyes looked up, locking onto a face that made his heart nearly skip a beat. Natasha. His ex. ***** Nathan's eyes narrowed with surprise as he gazed at Natasha who was dressed in a Alexander McQueen brown suit, his mind racing with questions. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm here to offer my support, Nathan," she cooed, “And to your sister too. I heard what happened an