Natasha Preston Romance Books Novels & Stories

“She is my girlfriend, not yours. And I know what she likes.” Natasha shrugged again. She was clearly indifferent to the irritation and annoyance he was feeling. “I was just making an observation. So, what does Ashley like?” Nicholas groan. “Oh God! Do you ever take a break?” he wondered. Natasha gave a smug grin. “As long as it pisses you off, of course not. I don’t take a break.” He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Ashley’s entrance. She was dressed in a pink strapless gown that stopped mid-thighs.

she said with a smile. He was left completely speechless as he looked at their faces. His eyes trailed to Natasha and he let out a chuckle. THE END WHICH STORY ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO READ NEXT? NATASHA AND AMOS' SILLY LOVE STORY? OR MARIA'S JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF HER BABY'S DADDY?. BOTH BOOKS WILL BE COMING UP SOON ON GOODNOVEL. BUT FOR NOW, YOU CAN ENJOY MY ONGOING BOOK, TITLED, THE DESPERATE DAUGHTER INLAW. IT'S AMAZING AND WORTH EVERY COIN.

Easton brought Natasha to a boutique. From the outside, the shop looked lavish. Tall, large windows brightened up the entire shop. ‘Rose and Petals’ was written in italics at the entrance. Easton pushed the heavy glass door open and motioned for her to enter. Natasha walked in, a little self-conscious as she looked at the immaculate saleswoman greeting them. She smiled at her awkwardly. "Show her some dresses," Easton said in a commanding tone.

In this lifetime I refuse to make the same mistake of siding with the aristocracy and Christopher Goddess-damn Caspien. "But to invest in the store, they can not know that it's me, Natasha Nicholai, one of the Royal Princess and the first daughter of the Grand Duke of the north. If that happened, the owner will think that I'm part of the aristocracy and would throw away any possibility to make a deal with me. For he detests the aristocracy, just as much as I do. And I can not let that happen!"

As he kept on driving, his organ of sight caught the attention of something he had rarely seen, and that immediately reminded him of Natasha. Natasha is a nice, beautiful woman who was twenty-four years old as of the past year. She was Gavriel's fiance, and she really loved him, but Gavriel did not love her back to the extent she loved him. Things were going well between them until a night before their marriage when Natasha came home wasted as a result of being in a drunk state in her bridal shower and threw up on Gavriel, and he called off their marriage.

I grabbed Natasha's hand, and she yanked it out of mine. “Natash, can we sit down and have a conversation?” Natasha had a seat on the sofa but kept plenty of distance between us. My palms were sweating, and my feet trembled. “I fucked up. Last night, while working overnight, I pulled a nineteen-year-old kid over on the side of the road. He flirted with me, and I had sex with him. That kid was Tristan, and the craziest thing about this is that I think I am falling in love with him.”

“You’re counting?” “Yes.” “That is healthy.” Aaron put down the tablet. “What were you doing?” “Working.” “On?” “Omega.” His face changed. Natasha walked past him. “You asked me not to lie.” “I also asked you not to go to Eden.” “I haven’t.” Aaron followed her. “Nate.” She turned. “What?” “You gave up too easily yesterday.” Natasha stared at him. “I told you I was tired of arguing.” “And today you spent six hours studying everything you would need if you entered Eden.”

If you really want it, I…" The rest of that didn't reach me. Jasmine pounced on me like a panther, and the phone fell with a clatter. "I heard you stayed with him for eight years while he had nothing," she said. "He married you out of gratitude. Don't you think he's repaid that by now?" Then she turned toward a camera nearby. Tears welled in her eyes as she dropped to her knees. "Please… let him go. For the sake of my child." Christian probably noticed something, and his voice took on an element of agitation. "What'd you do to her, Natasha? I gave you everything I could, so don't push it! Damn it, can you stop being possessive for three seconds?"

Well, the slight throbbing between her legs and her peaked nipples means she knows what she wants to do--and as her mind try to calm her down, thinking about how terrible idea it is to slip her fingers underneath her shorts not while someone still holding her, He seems to know her thoughts because Daniel snuggles closer and she can feel the length of him against the curve of her ass. The hard length of him. Natasha’s mouth goes dry. God, this cannot be happening. As much as she wants to, she can’t sit here and grind herself against Daniel no last name morning wood. Such a shame though. She kinda wants to. Natasha shakes her head. Focus, her mind supplied. At that time, she can hear the chang

He unlocked the box and left me alone in the small, sterile room. My hands trembled as I lifted the lid. Inside, there was a single, slim envelope. My name was written on it in Daniel's familiar, elegant script. And next to it, a small, leather-bound book. I opened the letter first. My dearest Natasha, it began.