Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

"We don't negotiate with people like Victoria. She wants you to fold, to run, to prove you're weak. But you're not weak. You're a survivor who fought her way back from hell. Don't let her take that from you." Pepper knocked and entered carrying a folder. "Lily, there's someone here to see you. Natasha Romanoff. She says she's an attorney and you need to hear what she has to say." +++++++++ Natasha Romanoff was not what I expected. She was maybe forty, with sharp features and sharper eyes. She wore a black suit and carried herself like someone who'd seen too much and was tired of other people's nonsense. "Ms. Morrison." She shook my hand with a grip that could crack walnuts. "I've been follow

Wilson said as he held up his phone for her to see it. Natasha payed close attention. She didn't want to miss out on any detail. “And so, for the man you'll be stealing this flashdrive from, he goes by the name Dominic Patterson.” Natasha's body froze. Dominic, no, it can't be him. “Mrs. Natasha, is anything the problem?” Wilson asked, noticing the change in her expression. Natasha looked at him and shook her head almost immediately. She could feel Alexander's gaze on her. Natasha's palms became sweaty.

~Lexia "You look beautiful, by the way," Adrian murmurs, helping me out of the car. Ignoring him, I smooth out my dress, gazing around at the beautiful view. This party is being hosted by Isaiah, the Alpha of Passion, in his Pack. Despite his Pack not being in the best condition, he still holds the most lavish parties every year. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask anxiously, still looking at Isaiah's estate. People were mulling around, finding their way in at their own pace. Guards stood post in nearly every shadow I glanced out, watching us with careful eyes.

Christine reported. "Who's that?" "She goes by the name Natasha Lopez. She said you'll know her." "Nata–what?" Adrian frowned, his voice rising in confusion. Christine blinked. "Sir, you know her?" She asked, pretending to not have knowledge of who Natasha is. But her desperation to be part of Adrian's life had made her monitor his every move; despite the fact he kept his wedding a secret from everyone at the company, Christine still found ways to follow up with each event of his life.

Natasha Bates did not get home until two in the morning, and the dinner I had made had gone completely cold. She had just finished meeting up with her guy best friend, Stanley Rogers, and even posted on social media. [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] She did it on purpose. She knew I had her notifications turned on, so I got the notification the moment she uploaded something. She watched me silently clear away the cold food and said indifferently, "I already told you I wasn't coming home. What's with that expression?"

A narrow path opens where there hadn’t been one before. Someone steps through. She looks human. That’s the most unsettling part. Dark hair pulled back in a practical knot. Lean build. Clothes designed for movement, not decoration. No glow. No distortion. No wrongness scraping at my senses. Midnight recognizes her. The land doesn’t recoil. It waits. “Well,” she says lightly, glancing around at the clearing, the wounded wolves, the scorched earth already knitting itself whole. “You certainly made a mess.” Ethan moves in front of me without thinking, his posture loose but ready. “You have about three seconds to explain how you walked into a secured territory.”

As Natasha looked at her reflection in her vanity mirror, she saw a vision of elegance. But beyond the beauty and glamour, Natasha was a very scared and troubled woman. Having witnessed someone get killed by Damien's order, her love for him still didn't stop her from being terrified of him. She had a donned emerald green tea-length gown that brought out the beauty of her green eyes. Its side slit teasingly revealing her long, toned legs. The dress clung to her curves. She finished the look with a delicate necklace and matching earrings, and her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in loose waves

Natasha got curious because of the way Morbius talked about his first wife, she could the love and smile that he had never shown to others lately. “She is a very busy person as she works as a secretary and on her free day she works at the cafe not far from where she’s living. I made sure that every day or night she’ll be safe. I stalked her and I knew she felt it. But you know me being a duke need to rule around my land that’s why when I came back to stalk her, she was agitated.” He went on to tell their story which excited Natasha to hear more about their meeting in person.

*** Back at my apartment, I dropped my coat, poured a glass of something expensive, and stared at my notes. I didn’t know why this felt personal yet. I’d barely met Damian. I didn’t care much for old men in ivory towers. But watching Natasha work her web,so calm, so entitled, so sure she’d get away with it,stirred something in me. I’d seen this kind of woman before.

“Frost!” Fast footsteps clicked behind me. Natasha, former Luna of Silvercrest—my mother-in-law—walked out from the hall. In a fitted black gown, she made her hair in a tight bun, radiating power and cold discipline. Her eyes swept over me, then dropped to Frost’s extended hand. “Frost, dear,” she said warmly, taking both of Frost’s hands, “I’m so glad you could come. I hope you enjoy tonight.” Then she turned toward me, her expression cooling in an instant.