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Julia on the other hand knew Natasha would not let her have the book. It was her obligation to keep the book safe and would do it even if her life was at risk. So Julia thought of the best way to get the book. If she doesn't get the book away from here before others realized, Natasha was dying, she would be at the losing end and all her effort would have been in vain. So she picked up a sword and pierced it right through Natasha's heart. Natasha lay a curse on the book. She said any coven that keeps the book, will experience ill-luck and misfortune. She said the book will not stay in a place until all the generations present during that time are all dead. And after their death, it book will

"Here,your coffee, just the way you like it"Nancy said, dropping the mug of coffee on the table beside the working Natasha who had her spectacles on looking through documents. "Thanks' 'Natasha muttered to her but her eyes were still on the laptop and on the documents,she was trying to figure out how every project she had worked on while in the company led to her manipulating company funds. She got a phone call from the estate secretary about the visit of her step mother. She couldn't relax because she knew that her step mother must be planning another way to get that estate sold to her and her daughter.

Her extrovert self beamed before hugging me tight, and I smiled before returning her hug with equal enthusiasm. "Good to see you out of your condo, Via. Anyway, let's go! I'm excited to try this! You guys don't know what I went through just so I can get a pass for us five," Natasha blabbered before motioning us to get closer so she could whisper. "I had to give an old man with wrinkly d*ck a head, which wasn't pleasant." She said, and my face automatically scrunched up in disgust while everyone pretended to puke. Natasha is the 'leader' as she likes to assume; she always wants to be the first to say anything and know everything. She likes being the center of attraction and wants fame and mon

“You have my word, sir.” Natasha sat on the corner of the bed, her attention fixed on the book she was reading. The room hummed with teenage life. As much as she hated staying with Landry, she’d grown quite fond of the peaceful environment away from her dad. No one was around to dictate her every action and bark orders at her the way her dad did. A knock sounded on the door, disturbing the silence she’d been enjoying. Natasha watched from the corner of her eyes as the door slowly opened and a familiar figure walked in. She didn’t bother to look up, since only Landry entered the room.

"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.’

Natasha’s Strike Natasha's POV~ I stood at a folding table — my makeshift command center, littered with burner phones, encrypted drives and a laptop whose cold blue luminous sliced my face with harsh shadows. I whispered so low it was more of a venomous hiss, “Valenticia is done.” My fingers jittered across the keys as I typed, closing off a serum seepage—Lazareth’s mind-control concoction, ready to sell on the black market, a gamble to put me beyond Gregor Galden’s chokehold. My leather jacket creaked as I moved, auburn hair falling into one eye, and flickers of fear like a bad spark—he’s a betrayer, isn’t he? Gregor’s leash, his arrest a smug taunt on Seryne’s news feeds, was a chain I’d

“She’s a liar! She’s vindictive! She’s trying to ruin me because my son left her at the altar!” Mrs. Pence’s brows wrinkle. “That was your son? Besides, I thought she left him at the altar?” Natasha freezes, her lips quivering. “Let’s talk about her application, shall we?” I interrupt, flashing a wicked smile. “Natasha told you that she owns a luxury estate in the hills, didn't she? You want to hear the truth?” She rents a cramped, roach-infested apartment in the slums, and the only reason she can even afford the monthly dues to be a part of the club is because she rips every penny from her son until he’s completely dry.”

He stared at her, his mind busy, but not too busy to notice the steady rising and falling of her breasts under the thick material of her overcoat. “You want that fast action?” He said ponderously as if speaking to himself. “And I should get it based on the amount I'm offering.” “You'll get it,” he said sharply. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for money. Natasha stood up. “See you in three days,” she said and walked toward the door. Barely paused his thoughts, to watch the sinuous roll of solid hips as Natasha moved to the door. It was a show he felt, even priests and monks would have stared at, and he was no priest nor a monk, so he watched with no inhibitions.

Whenever she went there, she would only ride her bike under the unforgiving rays of the sun, making her skin darker than it originally was. Natasha was fond of reading books since then, and her favorite books to read were those pocketbooks that she'd rent in the town. She never showed those to her grandmother as the latter would surely get mad. That was why she often read whenever the lights had been turned off just so her grandmother would think that she was already fast asleep, even when she'd be reading under her blanket with a flashlight just to give a little light. It was no longer a surprise that her vision had started to blur, making a thick pair of glasses necessary.

Pearl said before pulling me out of my daze as she pulled me out of the hall. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Peach: "Hey miss, are you not going to write anything about my personal life??" Natasha: "This is not your time to shine, it's mine" Pearl: (Groans inwardly) "we all know who's in charge here. She has the right to tell who's story it is. Moreover, you know this book is all about me, right?" Natasha: "cut the crap, you know you're so boring so no one is enjoying your story".