Natasha Preston Novels & Stories

Damon greeted her, the woman, Kristen, hugged Damon, I could see Damon didn't actually want to hug her but I was so jealous, I got up off the swing, and when she let go of Damon I got her attention "Hi, I'm Anastasia, I'm living with Damon, and you are?" I asked knowing Damon had never mentioned her "I'm Kristen, Damon's good friend" she emphasized "Hmmm, he's never mentioned you before, have you Damon?" I looked to Damon for the last part of the question

Natasha can't believe the gut of those two people, she would need to find a way to get rid of them sooner or later, but for now. She has more important things to think and worry about. Good thing Old Zachary is coming back home, he can at least knock some sense into that son of his, who's bent on getting married to a low life. She was destined to be Tristan's wife and nothing in this world can change that. "Mom, look. It's Mr Zachary and that bitch." Natalie called the attention of her Mom. She can't believe they are hanging out together like that. What does that stupid girl think she is to him? His wife?

Natasha. My stomach tightened. I set down my pencil and moved quietly toward the main living area. They stood near the entrance, Natasha in a tailored black coat that accentuated her elegant frame, her dark hair swept into a flawless chignon. She looked every bit the formidable EVP—poised, intelligent, and carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had never dimmed herself for a man. “I wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t urgent, Khalid,” she was saying, her voice clipped but urgent. “Richard’s dealings… I have documents. Offshore accounts, regulatory shortcuts on the European merger. It could sink Voss Holdings if it goes public.”

While Natalie failed to find the rich person who was against Grayson Corporation, she was surprised to find out her position in Zack's heart. The letter of authorization was now within her grasp! As time passed, Joshua didn't show up. Natalie furrowed her brows as she glanced at her watch. It was already noon. She couldn't help but wonder if Joshua wasn't coming to the company today. … Meanwhile, at Gwen Restaurant, Natasha was dressed in a Chanel black shawl coat, paired with a low-key cocktail dress that showcased her fantastic figure. Her dark hair fell with a natural curve over her shoulders.

Hearing Natasha's words, Mary looked at her in surprise and asked, "What are you talking about dear?" In response to her Mother's question, Natasha said, "I am talking about my biggest enemy, Natalie. Natalie has deceived us all. We knew that she was a stupid girl from the village, but in fact, she is an educated doctor. I saw her with my own eyes sitting in the hospital and seeing patients and after collecting information about this, I saw that she is indeed a doctor. She is a compassionate doctor who treats patients for free. I took advantage of her gentle heart and destroyed her."

she replied. "It's okay, I like some company. I'm not interrupting anyone, am I?" Natasha sat down next to her with a friendly, bright smile. "You're Evelyn Nolan, aren't you? I know you—you're part of the famous Nolan family, right? You're pretty popular." Seeing how the girl was not prideful or a bore, Evelyn put up the act of a down-to-earth rich lady. "You flatter me." Natasha lightly clinked her wine glass with Evelyn's, complimenting her even more. "Don't be so humble. I'm Natasha Bolton, by the way."

I watched her bite lightly against her lower lip while running a frustrated hand through her already messy hair. She was running out of escape routes. Beautiful. “Oh…” Mrs. Berlin said approvingly. “A hardworking man. I like that.” Natasha groaned softly. Then suddenly, as though struck by inspiration, she turned quickly toward her mother. “Mom… don’t you have that doctor’s appointment today?” Nice attempt. Unfortunately— “That’s not until Tuesday,” Mrs. Berlin replied casually. A subtle smile pulled at my lips. Natasha noticed immediately. And there it was again.

I decided to push the illusion a little farther. “So, Damon’s busy being beautiful,” I said, turning my attention to Natasha. “What about you? What do you do when you’re not terrorizing people in the comments section?” Her eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a flicker of surprise that I’d bothered to ask. “I work in Ashford PR, all the fun ways we spin disasters into opportunities.” “That sounds like something that was made for you. You must love it.” She hesitated, then shrugged one shoulder. “I liked parts of it before my ex decided sleeping with a client was a smart networking strategy.”

, she replied and strolled into the kitchen. " Alright– if– you say so." Lizzy responded and trod away to her room, looking confused."Why is she acting so wired today? She wondered "Hope all is well with her." She kept thinking but had no answers. Natasha stood at the top of the stairs as she gazed down at them. A broad satisfactorily smile dazzled on her lips. " Silly girl. Let's see how long you can go on like this. " She stated. " I'll make sure I get rid of you before you even think of exposing me, Gina. " She chuckled. "You – are– my next target. " She laughed and left to her room.

Everything is a mess; I should have stayed miles away from him like I planned, but somehow that tiny flicker of hope inside of me is destroying all my willpower. Natasha comes out of the nearby bedroom as we enter Arrick’s penthouse apartment, her little brown curled head and slight frame just make her look like a little lost puppy dog, and it’s clear by her makeup-free face that she’s been crying at some point. Natasha is never without her makeup, and seeing her now, I see she is a lot plainer looking than I ever realized. She has that girl next door quality and looks a lot better when made up. It feels odd to see her like this, like I am seeing the girl beyond the outer shell for a moment.