Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

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 replied with a smirk on my face. “You should do it cleanly,” Baldwin advised. “I can refer you to a professional in matters like that.” “I will take care of it, sir,” I told him confidently. “Of course, you will,” he sighed. "Next person?” “It’s the last person,” I told him as I scrolled to the last slide. “She is Bruce’s wife, Natasha Hills now Natasha Stamford.” “Interesting. She is your ex-girlfriend. How do you intend to take care of her?” Baldwin asked.

Ariana still loves frod! Natasha is really a manipulator!

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?”

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.

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.