Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

If it weren’t for her clenched jaw and flushed face, I would’ve thought I imagined it. I held my breath and counted to thirty. “You’re the one that told my father to keep me away from Lilac. What else have you meddled in? How the fuck does sabotaging our lives help destroy the Eye?” Hakeem pulled me back as Natasha crossed the room, headed for one of the leather couches. She lowered herself into the seat and brushed her hair from her face. Everything about her, from her expression to the way she carried herself, screamed poised and collected. Here she was seconds away from being mauled to death and she couldn’t even muster a tendril of fear.

For the last half an hour, I'd been using his computer to fill in our details and book ten sessions with a woman named Katrine. "I think it will be good for us. It's on the territory so it's safe. But we'll get to spend quality time together and kinda away from pack life. It's a chance to just be normal. No Alphaship, no army, no wars. Just us, some bat-shit crazy instructor and a load of poor human women that have already been pregnant for at least five months longer than me. And in case you need another reason: it is meant to be helpful for the baby."

The word echoes in my mind, a cruel taunt that mocks my carefully laid plans. I've known Natasha for years. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Silvanus, she comes from a bloodline of powerful Alphas. Her beauty is matched only by her strength and intelligence. I've seen her take on pack warriors twice her size and emerge victorious, a feral grin on her face. She exudes confidence and raw sexuality that draws others to her like moths to a flame.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

My eyes widen when I see a woman sitting in the middle of the office instead of Landon, as I walk closer I see: Elizabeth Paige. The woman I have learnt to hate my entire life. She was always so perfect and happy in her own world. She used to read books, always have a big smile on her face and most importantly, had Nathan’s attention. The worst part was that she was never even remotely rude, even after I bullied her, she used to avoid me but she never said anything bad about me. This used to anger me. How was she so unaware of how naturally beautiful she was, or how so many guys were crazy about her?

Natasha replied. Miss Esther's face expression changed as she looked at the lake. Natasha followed her eyes and discovered that she was staring keenly at the lake. "What's it miss Esther?"she asked. But miss Esther didn't say a word. "Miss Esther!"Natasha called out and stand in front of her. "Let it not be what am thinking!"miss Esther whispered softly. "What are you doing thinking?"Natasha asked as she became scared. "Let it not be that pinky fall into the lake"

Then, another girl walked in. Her heels clicked loudly against the floor. She wore a white designer gown that flowed behind her, her shoes expensive, her blonde hair perfect. In total, she looked like she lived for attention. She pulled off her sunglasses with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You look gorgeous. Hi, I’m Natasha,” she said, extending her hand. “Hi,” I said, shaking it. “Well, I was supposed to be the main cast,” she said sweetly. “But someone else got the role. Haven’t seen her yet, though.”

QUEEN NATASH, the most powerful woman in Los Angeles and the boss of NATEL casino where all the games take place. Natasha Garcia was born to the family of Smith and Helen Garcia. Me Smith worked as a driver for a very influential politician, but one day he witnessed a murder scene that cost him his life and that of his wife. Little Natasha had to grow up alone in the street eating from the waste and she grew up desperate for a way out of poverty. She was finally scouted by Mrs. Cruz who took her into her casino. Her job was as a stripper who had to tend to all the needs of their clients.

A thin, cold smile filled with promise. “Then I’ll make sure she never gets the chance,” she said. “Not with Sebastian. Not with the Vaughn's. Whatever it takes.” Celeste leaned back, satisfied. Gideon nodded. The air in the villa carried a quiet agreement. Later, Natasha went upstairs and closed her door with a soft click. Alone, she picked up her phone. Her thumb hovered over a number she hadn’t used in months. A press contact. Discreet. Hungry for stories that could be twisted and sharpened.