Natasha Preston Books Novels & Stories

She was wearing pajamas and a cardigan, her hair loose around her shoulders. "You scared me," I said, pressing a hand to my racing heart. "Sorry," Natasha said, not looking particularly sorry. "I've been up for hours. Jet lag from all the moving around, I think. Or just... everything." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Join me?" I sat down, tucking my legs underneath me. "What are you reading?" Natasha held up the book so I could see the spine. The Count of Monte Cristo. "Seemed appropriate. A story about revenge and redemption and whether the two can ever really coexist."

Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once. It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House of Thorne to the underground city of Hayden. Beneath the rainbow and sunshine and courtesy of the Hayden Kingdom, lies a more savage and vulgar city. Introduced to the dark alleys of Haden by Lisa, Natasha spent her nights from one nightclub to the farthest orgy and the nearest scandalous illegal events. The one the night before was particularly quiet, as she may or may not have made out with Lisa’s mate. Hence, probably, she had g

In this world, very few could genuinely understand her pharmaceutical concepts. She kept her poker face, reiterating, "I'm not the one who bought the medicinal herbs yesterday." Natalie raised an eyebrow. "As for the content in this notebook, it's admittedly absurd." Natasha went along with the misunderstanding. Natalie's face showed growing disdain. A proud smile emerged. "Oh?" "This notebook is my everyday companion for documenting my pharmaceutical studies. As a beginner, I'm bound to make some mistakes," Natasha explained. The more Natalie listened, the more radiant her smile became. She was seemingly pleased with Natasha's explanation.

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

The one who wasn’t supposed to exist. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Later that morning Natasha walked into the library, her silk robe trailing behind her. The scent of old books and cedar hung heavy in the air. She needed a distraction or maybe she just needed to find something that made sense. Her fingers brushed against the spines of the books until one caught her attention, a worn brown leather volume with a cracked label: “Foundation Records- Restricted Archives.” Her breath caught. The lock on the cabinet had been broken recently. She pulled the file open, and papers spilled out.

Prudence grinned and turned from Carmen to Pierce, "you better watch out, detective or little Miss Nancy Drew over here's gonna give you a run for your money!" 🚀🚀🚀 Carmen was not the only person who had her hands full that fine Saturday as over at Carter •Labs, Natasha was busy trying to master her unique abilities that were still in development. "I can do this!" started a psyched up Natasha, hopping on the spot in black slacks while facing a large block of a Styrofoam packed cushion. "Are you sure?" chimed in Katie Patterson as she helped her partner, Carter, set up the large cushion ahead of Natasha with the help of a mechanized robot.

“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.

Natasha. My stomach tightened. I set down my pencil and moved quietly toward the main living area. They stood near the entrance, Natasha in a tailored black coat that accentuated her elegant frame, her dark hair swept into a flawless chignon. She looked every bit the formidable EVP—poised, intelligent, and carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had never dimmed herself for a man. “I wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t urgent, Khalid,” she was saying, her voice clipped but urgent. “Richard’s dealings… I have documents. Offshore accounts, regulatory shortcuts on the European merger. It could sink Voss Holdings if it goes public.”

Well, the slight throbbing between her legs and her peaked nipples means she knows what she wants to do--and as her mind try to calm her down, thinking about how terrible idea it is to slip her fingers underneath her shorts not while someone still holding her, He seems to know her thoughts because Daniel snuggles closer and she can feel the length of him against the curve of her ass. The hard length of him. Natasha’s mouth goes dry. God, this cannot be happening. As much as she wants to, she can’t sit here and grind herself against Daniel no last name morning wood. Such a shame though. She kinda wants to. Natasha shakes her head. Focus, her mind supplied. At that time, she can hear the chang

*** Back at my apartment, I dropped my coat, poured a glass of something expensive, and stared at my notes. I didn’t know why this felt personal yet. I’d barely met Damian. I didn’t care much for old men in ivory towers. But watching Natasha work her web,so calm, so entitled, so sure she’d get away with it,stirred something in me. I’d seen this kind of woman before.