Novel & Cerita Natasha Preston

Landon squeezes her arm, “You’ll be fine, I know you will, this is you we’re talking about, what exactly haven’t you conquered?” Elsida’s laugh was uneasy and her insides clenched. It seemed Landon didn’t know as much as he believed he did. “Alright, enough of the sappy talk, who’s ready to have some fun!” Natasha calls out as she stalks down the stairs in a black dress that shares a stark resemblance to that of Elsida’s. “Nat, you’re unbelievable, where did you even get these dresses from?” Elsida questions. Natasha brushes off her questions and moves to entangle her arms with Elsida’s. “Are you sure you want the answer to that?”

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

"If you don't mind, I'd like to see through them myself?" I refused to answer him while he went on reading one invite address to another. I don't have time to attend any boring tea parties and witness women gossiping like immature girls. Unlike any other Luna, I take my position way seriously to match my Alpha's grounds. Although nobody usually demands me, it is of the will in me that somehow urges to be the lady I should be. The Luna of all Lunas and the lady of all ladies. With my current mindset that has somehow grown through the years, nothing matters more than the reputation I was placed. For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this positio

It was likely that Dylan, like Atlas, had his fair share of mistresses. Nonetheless, Andrew did not care about such things. It would have been more surprising if Dylan, as a local power player, was completely pure and innocent. "My apologies for keeping everyone waiting," Natasha announced as she made her grand entrance. "Please, enjoy yourselves!" She was dressed elegantly in a designer evening gown that was both alluring and sophisticated. All eyes were immediately drawn to her, particularly her curves, though she maintained an air of dignified aloofness befitting the queen of West End.

“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.

For some reason, Red's answer was important to her. "Yeah. Yeah I do. No one ever really got me like she did. This room," Red said, waving her arm around, "was the two of us trying to pretend we were normal. I liked it." She sighed. "Natasha . . . that was her name . . . she's dropped by a bunch of times. Her Talent is basically that she's invulnerable. She's a little stronger than most people, but mostly she just can't be hurt. So she's working as a bodyguard for a major movie company down in Hollywood." Red stopped and looked at Jane, seeing if the mention of Hollywood caused the girl any painful memories. But Jane looked . . . content, so Red continued. "She earns damn good money, and she

’Cause according to her Grace had snatched her limelight. Natasha considered herself no less than a Diva. She loved bossing around and Adam was also helpless since her work defended her arrogant ass. She was the best at her task. Natasha in fact ran his cafe so he had no option but to bear her bitchy attitude but things change since the day he hired Grace.

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 here to do the opposite of what I had promised. For a moment, I thought about aborting that mission. It looked like Lizzie had been assaulted truly. What if I ended up worsening her mental health? Lizzie’s mental health was at stake but Kelvin was on the verge of going into prison for a crime he didn’t commit. I would have to pick Kelvin over her. “Who are you?” Lizzie asked the moment she saw me. “You look familiar but…” “My name is Natasha Stamford,” I told her calmly. “I am the wife of Bruce Stamford.”

I made a face as Enzo opened his office door, and there was Natasha, sitting in the chair smiling from ear to ear with a new shade of red lipstick. “Enzo! Little porcupine!” She said cheerily, looking at me with a mocking glance. “I thought I was going to wait for both of you forever.” Enzo rolled his eyes and took his seat. “Her name is Miss Hyest, Natasha. And it would be good of you to remember that.” “Yes, yes,” Natasha said, waving me away with her hand. “Now let's get down to business. I haven't got all day to be here. So you are serious about moving forward with this launch?”