Natasha Preston Books Series Novels & Stories

“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.

Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Natasha Greene, and I am Emma White’s best friend. She wrote enough about me that you probably already know who I am. I am sure you were expecting her to keep you up to date on what was going on in her life but sadly that is not possible. Emma and I have been best friends for all of our lives, and I would do anything for her. I came across this book she was writing and of course I read it all. I knew most of it already, yet it was a good refresher for me after everything that has happened.

,said the man, aiming at Zane as Zane closed his eyes ********************** Inside the palace, Natalie was being escorted to the queen. She invited Natalie inside her room and closed the door. "So what did you want to talk to me about?",asked Natalie. "It's something of grave importance Natalie.....or should I say Natasha?",asked the queen Natalie immediately looked at the queen with fear in her eyes. "Yes Natasha, I know who you are",said the queen. "You are Natasha, the sister of Prince Alfred and daughter of the late king Abner of Pamlivam. You're a vampire"

If it weren’t for her clenched jaw and flushed face, I would’ve thought I imagined it. I held my breath and counted to thirty. “You’re the one that told my father to keep me away from Lilac. What else have you meddled in? How the fuck does sabotaging our lives help destroy the Eye?” Hakeem pulled me back as Natasha crossed the room, headed for one of the leather couches. She lowered herself into the seat and brushed her hair from her face. Everything about her, from her expression to the way she carried herself, screamed poised and collected. Here she was seconds away from being mauled to death and she couldn’t even muster a tendril of fear.

Others would see them! Natasha struggled. However, how could her strength compare with Christin's? He grabbed her lightly and secured both her hands firmly so that her action earlier looked like she was playing hard to get. Christin licked his lips amiably after they finished kissing. "It feels quite good. It seems that the male protagonist that you girls usually read in popular love novels lives quite an enjoyable life. Why don't you introduce some of these novels to me too?" Natasha was annoyed, "You fool! There are CCTVs in here!"

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

Adam shrugs while he gives me a side glance to let me know he can see straight through me. “For the kids.” I say, Kristina now giving me a knowing look. Damn, her and Adam have got that non-verbal communication down to a science. “Yeah sure, for the kids.” Adam says with just a touch of sarcasm. “I'm sure you two teachers will do a great job,” I say, vowing to myself that those will be my last words of the night. “Natasha’s actually the librarian,” Kristina offers. Of course she is. She couldn't falter even a fragment from my sixteen year old naughty librarian fantasy.

Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen