Novel & Cerita Natasha Preston Books

Hearing him say those words, her cheeks flutter red for reasons she couldn't comprehend as she playfully pinch him. Natash arrived at the office the next day wearing a red halter neck top and a black slit skirt, they were tight on her body and presented her cleavage in the right way. Natash is wearing a gold wrist watch and a gold necklace, today she applied a very light makeup that could barely be seen. Walking into the conference Hall, her four most trusted men were waiting for her. Robert who she met first and the hands behind the computer, Derrick the brain of the company, she had met Derrick when she still had nothing, he was robbed and beaten and was at the point of death when Natash f

She didn't know how many hours she took reading the book, but she didn't even feel tired, instead, she felt a stem of hope that was growing on her chest. So, she'd be doing the first thing that was written in the book tomorrow already. Smiling, she lied on her back before hugging the book until she fell asleep in that position. Natasha woke up early the next day just so she could prepare the first step of her bewitchment. She minced three pieces of garlic and half of an onion. She needed to mix those together with her cologne. Even when she was confused because it seemed like she would be cooking pickled fish with the ingredients that she'd be mixing, she had faith in her grandmother's book.

Easton brought Natasha to a boutique. From the outside, the shop looked lavish. Tall, large windows brightened up the entire shop. ‘Rose and Petals’ was written in italics at the entrance. Easton pushed the heavy glass door open and motioned for her to enter. Natasha walked in, a little self-conscious as she looked at the immaculate saleswoman greeting them. She smiled at her awkwardly. "Show her some dresses," Easton said in a commanding tone.

I tell myself that means I’m doing the right thing. If being quiet makes Daddy happy, then I can be quiet forever. I stop telling him when I have bad dreams, I stopped telling him when I miss him and also when my chest hurts. Because strong girls don’t need to be told they matter. They already know…Don’t they? **** The tension finally snapped the following Tuesday afternoon. Ethan was away settling a border dispute, leaving the pack house under Natasha’s careful, smiling supervision. She spent the morning walking its halls, her gaze sharpening at every reminder of the woman who had lived, and been loved, there before her.

“We’ll get through this.” I nod, curling up next to Liam the moment the door closes. My heart still races—not from fear, but something far more dangerous. --- I wake early, lips dry, and head pounding. Liam stirs beside me but stays asleep. I need water for the next round of antibiotics, so I head down to the kitchen in my borrowed shirt and sweatpants. But what I find stops me cold. Natasha is standing at the stove, barefoot, flipping pancakes in nothing but Daniel’s white button-down shirt.

Tristan was playing her, weaving a web of charm to mask his true intentions. But explaining the history between us, the depth of our rivalry, felt impossible in this charged moment. My brother, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the tension. Natasha's words stung. How could the princess of a kingdom be so naive? Was she so easily swayed by a stranger's charm that she dismissed my actions out of hand? “It is my duty to take care of new students. Don't think much into this.”I countered, frustration edging into my voice. “You have no idea who this guy is, Natasha.”

If—when—I made it out of this, I was never stepping foot near anything remotely shady again. No charming strangers. No mysterious clubs. No reckless curiosity. People have one-night stands and wake up in peace. Me? I wake up in someone’s dungeon of secrets and death threats. I’m that girl. The unlucky one. And it’s about damn time I admitted it. I sighed, climbed into the backseat of the SUV, and waited. Natasha lingered outside, still deep in conversation with the men. She wasn’t even pretending to be in a rush. Her lips moved quickly, her tone clipped, the sharp glint of frustration making her body tense.

he guessed. "Not much." she simply answered. They might speak to each other in a cold manner as if they were testing the boundary on how to speak to each other without strangling each other's throats out of anger or annoyance. "Anyway, since I am here can I get access to the library or kitchen?" Natasha went straight to the point with her cold attitude. "What for?" he coldly asked in return. "Boredom and I'm a doctor, I need books around me." She crossed her arms while leaning at the frame of the window where they were talking.

Paige said before wiping something off of my cheek and I thanked her. "Plus he's also invited so it's common sense that you're both gonna be there." Natalie said in a 'duh' tone. "Was that Storm Brooks talking to you?" Natasha asked and I frowned. "Who? The creepy guy that didn't wanna leave me alone?" I asked in confusion. "Not creepy but yes." She replied. "Holy shit Liv. He was totally into you and I heard that he never chases after girls." Nina said blankly. "That's on him," I said briefly.

Nolan: The house had grown too quiet. Too still. When the last elder’s footsteps faded and the heavy doors shut behind them, Natalia excused herself without a word. She carried herself with her chin high, her back straight, but I saw it. The crack beneath the poise. The faint tremor in her hands as she clenched her fist. Her heart raced against her chest, but she did not say a word. I waited until everyone was gone before following. Her scent lingered down the corridor, pulling me straight to her room. The door was ajar, and she was inside, methodically placing folded clothes into drawers like she could keep her world together by organizing fabric.