Novel & Cerita Natasha Preston Books

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

Hearing Natasha's words, Mary looked at her in surprise and asked, "What are you talking about dear?" In response to her Mother's question, Natasha said, "I am talking about my biggest enemy, Natalie. Natalie has deceived us all. We knew that she was a stupid girl from the village, but in fact, she is an educated doctor. I saw her with my own eyes sitting in the hospital and seeing patients and after collecting information about this, I saw that she is indeed a doctor. She is a compassionate doctor who treats patients for free. I took advantage of her gentle heart and destroyed her."

Though she was my favorite girl, I didn't think much about her. "How was your trip?" I asked instead of answering a question she already knew the answer to. I sensed she was a bit disappointed at my question. What the hell was she expecting? She went on and on about how her trip went. Natasha ran a small business that involved selling guns and ammunition. She traveled to Russia three days ago to take care of her business. I didn't hear the things she said as I was not interested in knowing the full details of how her trip went. As she spoke, her hands moved to my shoulders, and slowly, she moved them to my thighs. I took a deep breath. I couldn't wait to have her under my sheet screaming my

"And don't throw away those other buckets. I will come for them soon." She snorts and lifts her perverted book to her face. "I wouldn't dream of stealing your trash." My eyes travel to the cover of her book. Jesus Christ. Hayden is gone for one day, and she is already reading a porno! I swear Natasha is sex addicted, and judging from the sounds I hear at night, Hayden is the same junk and corn. Well, whatever floats their boat. I walk up the stairs for what seems like a billion times until all five buckets are in the lifeboat.

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.

Carmen took out a book titled Isle of Dogs and began reading from where she had left off while Cassie began pointing out her last visit to New York on her eleventh birthday and she had climbed up the Statue of Liberty. Natasha knew that to be true as she even had a picture of herself standing at the torch the that the sculpture of the woman is seen holding in her right hand. "Must have been fun, I guess," Natasha said. "Wow, I still can't believe you've never been out of Atlanta." "I was born in Hawaii, remember?" added Natasha comically. "Well, do you have any memory of Hawaii?" Natasha turned to face her best friend. "Oh sure, me as a baby knows every corner of that place!"

Natasha stated seductively before hanging up. Natasha Sinclair is just like me. She is also an original vampire. There are four of us - Hendrick Marcus, Steven Mitchell, Natasha and me. We separated many years ago. Natasha was the only one who keeps tabs on us and keeps us all connected. She is a devious seductress. But this was the first time she called me about a problem that she had trouble solving. She always finds her way. I was about to drink the blood I reheated when I heard Patricia screaming I immediately run to her room. She was screaming covered with sweat.

I was not the Crimson Priestess and even though I wasn’t sure what that entirely meant to me or the pack itself I would not allow Melina to tarnish that. I started looking at Rogan’s computer and the few books it seemed he had read to get information about who I might be. The idea of him looking at all of these items made me feel good that he cared that much. I picked up the first book which was written by a fellow wolf as it had far too many details about where wolves might be located at. I followed the geographics of the writing and realize that the Cresent Moon Pack couldn't be further than a few days away from us if traveling by wolf. That made the idea of an attack now hard to believe.

“Good girl.” He led her to the hidden elevator behind the panel in his office. The descent was silent, charged. When the doors opened into the private playroom, Natasha’s breath caught audibly. The space was a symphony of dark luxury: deep crimson walls, black leather furniture, a massive four-poster bed fitted with heavy restraint points, a padded St. Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench, and display cases filled with carefully chosen implements silk ropes, leather floggers, belts, nipple clamps, and more.

This was a lot like yesterday. "You psychopath!" Preston choked, trying to claw her hands off of his neck. I watched on in amusement - Natalie had her moments, but she was always there for me. I waited until he resembled a smurf before saving him. "Now, now, Natalie. Keep the slave in good condition - we still need his help for the revenge prank, remember?" I reminded her. She let go of his neck with a shrug and Preston jerked back, gasping for air. "I was done with him anyways - I think I was losing brain cells on contact" She informed me gravely, raising her eyebrows in disapproval.