Natasha Preston Books Series Novels & Stories

Word had spread like wildfire through the pack, and those who could not fit inside pressed against the open doors, craning their necks to witness what was to come. Natasha stood at Damien's right hand, her spine straight, her face a mask of composed resolve. The bond hummed between them, a constant reminder of their unity, but beneath her calm exterior, her mind raced. She had seen disputes settled in the Crescent Moon pack. Mediation, restitution, occasional banishment for the most grievous offenses. But she had never witnessed a trial for treason.

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.

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.

“Even now.” William stepped closer, placing a hand lightly on her shoulder. “If it’s her, she won’t get close enough to hurt you again.” Adrian’s eyes met William’s. “I’ll double the watch. No one gets through without me knowing.” Meanwhile, several streets away, Natasha stood in a dimly lit motel room, methodically assembling a small pistol. Her hands trembled—not with fear, but with anticipation. On the bed lay a photo of Lily clipped from an old magazine, the edges worn.

Natalie’s message reads. My face deepens in colour and I quickly go over to my profile which I haven’t updated in months. It is filled mostly with pictures of shelves, nature and random selfies that are all colour coordinated. At least someone noticed my efforts. Flattered, I reply, "Hey, thanks!” We exchange a few more messages, casual and lighthearted. Then, Natalie mentions books. “Have you read The Housemaid Series? I just started it and I can’t seem to get my mind off of it. The intensity is killing.”

Johnston comes back wearing a new shirt that perfectly complements his outstanding body. We exchange a brief gaze, each fully aware of what the other is thinking. Flushed with emotion, I turn away from those eyes that offer so much and deliver even more. The women are brought in, and as I scan the group for Natasha, I notice she's deliberately keeping her distance. She's doing everything she can to avoid being noticed by the investigators. This behavior only deepens my distrust of her. She no longer resembles the tearful woman who once longed to return to her pack.

“We have been nothing but kind to you. We took you in when we should have handed you right back to your slaver. Behave, or I’ll tell Kade everything.” I wrenched my wrist away. “You wouldn’t dare,” I said. “Try me.” Natasha’s expression was resolute. Normally, I didn’t bother letting such claims get to me, because I knew she was just trying to get under my skin. But something about the way she was looking at me made my blood turn to ice. “Found it!” Tyler came running, holding up a book he’d been reading lately. Natasha slammed a smile into place and kissed her son on the cheek before sauntering away. But the hateful look she gave me over her shoulder was a not-so-subtle warning.

she said with a smile. He was left completely speechless as he looked at their faces. His eyes trailed to Natasha and he let out a chuckle. THE END WHICH STORY ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO READ NEXT? NATASHA AND AMOS' SILLY LOVE STORY? OR MARIA'S JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF HER BABY'S DADDY?. BOTH BOOKS WILL BE COMING UP SOON ON GOODNOVEL. BUT FOR NOW, YOU CAN ENJOY MY ONGOING BOOK, TITLED, THE DESPERATE DAUGHTER INLAW. IT'S AMAZING AND WORTH EVERY COIN.

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PRESENT DAY NATASHA'S POV I took a deep breath as I walked into my class, wondering how my first day would be like. My name is Natasha and this is where my story begins. Delengade College. Before Peter, before my near death and before revenge became my only goal. I looked around frantically looking for a place to seat, my head churning with different thoughts, like the man at the administrative office, Layla and other things. I ended up taking a seat in front but I am barely sitting down when someone dragged me out of the chair and threw me across the room.