Natasha Preston Books Series Novels & Stories

Natasha replied. Miss Esther's face expression changed as she looked at the lake. Natasha followed her eyes and discovered that she was staring keenly at the lake. "What's it miss Esther?"she asked. But miss Esther didn't say a word. "Miss Esther!"Natasha called out and stand in front of her. "Let it not be what am thinking!"miss Esther whispered softly. "What are you doing thinking?"Natasha asked as she became scared. "Let it not be that pinky fall into the lake"

he said between gritted teeth, “it would not affect the magic she has for me. I am first born and he is second. Second born cannot syphon magic from their mate.” I felt dizzy from my eavesdropping. It was all too much to absorb. I decided that I’d seen and heard enough and scooted back to my room. The last thing that I heard before I bounded up the stairs was Lilith taunting Lance with the fact that he needed to be more informed about family secrets. Jasmine was waiting at the top of the stairs. Her hands had a red undertone to them from her incessant wringing of them. “Someone needs to explain things to me,” I growled as I stormed past her and fell onto my bed.

Natasha, fueled by her pent-up emotions, confronted her father boldly, expressing how he had neglected her during her upbringing, prioritizing his business and the pursuit of wealth. At the time of this incident, Natasha was nineteen years old. Frustrated by the confrontation, she left her father's house and rode her bicycle to a public space near a slum, almost like a playground. There, she observed other children, less privileged than herself, playing freely and joyfully.

I nodded and led Michael’s way from then. I shook hands with him before he got into his car and watched him drive off. I rang the security office almost immediately, asking them to update me when Michael’s car left the mansion. I walked back into the main building and went to the library immediately. Natasha was so focused on the book in her hands that she didn’t even turn back when I entered. “You are not reading the book, are you?” I asked, watching as she turned towards me. “Yeah, I wasn’t reading,” she dropped the book. “You know me so well… How does it make you feel? Like a god, perhaps?”

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.

Zonner dragged his brother along as they went into a bar, planning to drink until dawn to celebrate the youngest Alpha’s coming of age. Meanwhile, Natashian was occupied inside the hut situated deep inside the forest. “Fuck, fuck – these aren’t enough,” she muttered as she gathered all the pheromone inhibitors and disguises she saved up. Natashian Rynne Elboser’s Point of View I barely have any money saved up, and now I need to buy a lifetime supply of inhibitors – I couldn’t even buy the dress I’ve been eyeing for my whole life. However, if I don’t do this – I’d only be humiliated and would die either way. I need to survive, no matter what the price.

Natalie hated second guessing herself, but that seemed to be the only logical explanation. With a sigh, the girl inched closer to the dresser with the intention of closing the book, but something caught her eye. That dark red stain again! The one that had been used to send her that note the last time. Natalie expected to see another note of some sort, but what she saw was more than she had expected; Everywhere she had written Tristan’s name in the book had been blotched with the bloodlike substance! As if that was not strange and scary enough, she did get the note she had been anticipating, the words: YOU. ARE. MINEEEE!!!

Emily sat at a small table near the window, reading a book she pretended not to enjoy. The girl was taller now. She looked thin, still watchful like something might attack anytime. But there was color in her face, and sometimes, if no one was looking too closely, she smiled like a normal teenager. That was progress. Natasha entered quietly, but Emily noticed immediately. The girl always noticed movement before anyone else. “Dr. Natasha,” she said, closing the book halfway. Natasha smiled. “I told you to stop calling me that when I’m off duty.”

She slowly turned her head and looked at Bruce. Disgust filled her eyes. She sat up carefully, not wanting to wake him. Then she spotted something. Under the pile of dusty papers and old scrolls on Bruce's desk, a thick black book was sticking out. Her brows furrowed. She had never seen that one before. Natalie glanced at Bruce again. Still asleep. She stood up slowly, pulling her clothes back on, one piece at a time. Her hands were steady. Quiet. Once fully dressed, she stepped silently toward the desk and pulled the black book out from under the pile.

"I do. I am sure Sean will understand us. I will talk to him. I will make him to convince Grandma also. But he will be mad if he learns that I am an imposter. He could kill me out of rage. Grandma, too, will never forgive me. Natasha poses a threat to me. Do something to make her disappear. This is the only way to keep Sean from discovering the truth, and the only way to keep us alive." Easton had no idea what secret they were keeping from Sean or how Natasha was involved. Hearing them plot Natasha's murder drove him insane. He would never allow anyone to hurt her. His fists were so tightly clenched that his fingers hurt. They were trembling too. "Dare to touch her, and you will find yoursel