Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

The black bag suddenly opened, spilling its contents to the ground. The lady's hands and legs were chained together. She struggled to release herself from the chains but were too tight. She struggled to cry out but duct tape muted every sound she made. The lady who has been bound and gagged is Natasha Armstrong, a junior maid in the Monroe's mansion. The General Secretary suspected that Natasha had eavesdropped on his private conversation on the phone and he wanted to make sure that she would never be able to say what she heard.

Her extrovert self beamed before hugging me tight, and I smiled before returning her hug with equal enthusiasm. "Good to see you out of your condo, Via. Anyway, let's go! I'm excited to try this! You guys don't know what I went through just so I can get a pass for us five," Natasha blabbered before motioning us to get closer so she could whisper. "I had to give an old man with wrinkly d*ck a head, which wasn't pleasant." She said, and my face automatically scrunched up in disgust while everyone pretended to puke. Natasha is the 'leader' as she likes to assume; she always wants to be the first to say anything and know everything. She likes being the center of attraction and wants fame and mon

Monday mornings were supposed to be ordinary, this one wasn't. Natasha had spent the entire weekend trying not to think about Ethan and failed, which explained why she was now standing in front of her closet questioning every outfit she owned. "This is ridiculous." She grabbed a black blazer and then changed it, then changed it again, eventually she gave up. Work was work and she was acting like a teenager. Unfortunately that realization did absolutely nothing to help. The moment she entered Ramos Media, things became worse, much worse because Ethan was there. Chairman Ethan Ramos, standing near the reception desk discussing something with two executives.

Though she was my favorite girl, I didn't think much about her. "How was your trip?" I asked instead of answering a question she already knew the answer to. I sensed she was a bit disappointed at my question. What the hell was she expecting? She went on and on about how her trip went. Natasha ran a small business that involved selling guns and ammunition. She traveled to Russia three days ago to take care of her business. I didn't hear the things she said as I was not interested in knowing the full details of how her trip went. As she spoke, her hands moved to my shoulders, and slowly, she moved them to my thighs. I took a deep breath. I couldn't wait to have her under my sheet screaming my

Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once. It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House of Thorne to the underground city of Hayden. Beneath the rainbow and sunshine and courtesy of the Hayden Kingdom, lies a more savage and vulgar city. Introduced to the dark alleys of Haden by Lisa, Natasha spent her nights from one nightclub to the farthest orgy and the nearest scandalous illegal events. The one the night before was particularly quiet, as she may or may not have made out with Lisa’s mate. Hence, probably, she had g

"I am looking forward to your performance." Natasha smiled and shook hands, saying, "Thank you." A pair of dark green eyes saw everything from the corner of the hall. Those eyes were two burning dots, ready to consume the whole world. Sean was initially shocked when he saw Natasha walk into the hall. He did see in her information that she had pursued a drama major but had never finished it. Noticing her coming for the audition, he felt a strange sense of joy. But that happiness soon transformed into rage the moment he saw her shaking hands with Easton.

She didn’t see the black sedan parked quietly across the street. Inside it sat Mabel du Prée, wearing sunglasses and sipping iced tea like she had all the time in the world. She watched Ava with a calculating expression. “So this is the queen,” she murmured to herself. “Let’s see if she can bear the crown.” She started her car, pulled away, and headed toward her next appointment. With Natasha. Natasha arrived at the Pasadena café dressed like she hadn’t missed a single moment to glow-up after losing Marcus. Bronzer. Gloss. Perfect curls. A designer coat.

Her voice trembled, but she didn’t stop. “My mum— Natasha David D’Souza— though she’d never admit it, she loved being called Natasha Parker. She was American. Fierce. Brilliant. She ran Nexure, NSD Tech on paper. She built our empire alongside my dad, David D’Souza— a self-made corporate lawyer and her partner in business, in life, in everything.” She paused, eyes distant. “Our life was… beautiful. Perfect.” Jenny and Naina said nothing. They didn’t need to. The silence was reverent.

“That’s probably just some resemblance.” “Yes, I understand. I’ll keep my eyes on it.” She shakes her head and mutters, “Natasha Zorin being Natasha Gillan? That sounds crazy.” “What’s it about?” I find myself asking after she drops the phone, unable to stop my curiosity. “Some people on the internet are saying Natasha shares some resemblance with Beta Heiress Natasha Gillan from New Wales.” She chuckles. “If you might ask, that’s pretty much absurd. But they indeed share some resemblance.”

Together, we’re unstoppable—at least, that’s how it feels in the chaos of the fight. The witches don’t stand a chance. We came prepared, and now the coven is crumbling beneath our hands. Spells crackle in the air, a few last desperate attempts to hold us back, but none of it matters. I’ve got my eyes set on one person. Natasha. She’s standing in the center of the chaos, untouched by the fight, like she’s waiting for something. Her dark hair flows down her back, her eyes glowing with cruel amusement I’ve seen before. She’s powerful, there’s no question about that, but this isn’t her fight. She’s here for something bigger.