Peggy X Natasha Novels & Stories

Hours later, Scarlet and I were sitting on the beanbag in the living room, while three of them sat on the sofa, drinking and telling stories. Natasha is staying with us in the mansion for a week because they have a high school reunion the following week. She currently resides in Canada with her divorced mother, but her father remains in New York to run his business. Natasha and Logan met in high school. She was a popular rich kid in school, and she quickly became friends with Logan and Patrick, who were both in her business class. Natasha's father is the CEO of a major automobile manufacturer, and her mother is a well-known fashion designer. I also found out she was Logan's ex-girlfriend. Gr

“We didn’t actually sleep.” “Oh my god.” Natasha grabbed her arm, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. “Tell me everything. Right now. Every single detail. I want to know positions. I want to know how many times. I want to know if the rich ones really are better. I want to know if billionaire dick is different from regular dick.” “I can’t. Not here.”

“Anyway, Natasha, you can leave, there is nothing more to discuss than what we already spoke about. We will fill in the alpha and beta on everything.” Natasha stood. “Yes, beta JP.” She said then bowed to Xavier and Zande before leaving the office. “Someone please tell me who that is?” asked Xavier looking at the stupid look on his brother’s face. “Natasha, she is Natasha.” Zande answer with a dreamy voice. Xavier glared at him then looked at Lizzy who chuckled. “That is Natasha, she is helping me with the youth in the pack, organising their training, that sort of thing.” Lizzy answered. “Why is she sad?” asked Zande earning himself a glare from Xavier.

“This is Natasha, my older sister.” Natasha Sharma, aka the Bitch of California, was infamous for her dating scandals with actors, sports people, and CEOs. I met her at a party a few months ago where she and Celine Alonso got into an ugly wrestle after a few exchanges of words, which cost Sharma a lot more money than they thought.

I rubbed my temples hard, trying to push back the headache already forming. People like Xavier didn’t belong in my world. He was richer than God, and I was just… convenient. A single mother he could file away whenever he got bored. Falling for him would be catastrophic. I couldn’t even imagine the look on my children’s faces if he eventually turned them away. That pain? I can’t let it happen. Not ever. The faint sound of approaching footsteps made me lift my head. Natasha walked into the dining area, a soft hum slipping past her lips, her streaks of gray threaded through black hair pulled into her usual tight updo. She reached for the newspaper on the table, pencil already in hand, probably

Amidst the laughter, Melody remained composed and made a phone call. "Hello, Jim?" she said calmly. Jim's voice, filled with respect, came through the phone. "Ms. Nolan, how may I assist you?" Melody's response was icy, "There are some uninvited guests in the backstage area. Come and deal with it." Natasha, caught off guard by Melody's action, scoffed, "Stop your charade. Your tricks aren’t enough to impress me!" Melody gave her a fleeting glance. She mused on how Christopher and Natasha, siblings born to the same mother, could be so different. Christopher was intelligent and capable, while Natasha was hopelessly foolish.

My Dad was happy for me albeit a bit skeptical, and Natasha, don’t get me started on her. Natasha said; “I knew you guys were going to find each other again but I just hoped it wouldn’t happen. I desperately wanted to have a princess as a sister. Natasha rises from her sitting position in the Maria Presley dressing room and gives me an indulging smirk with an arch of her eyebrow.

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?"

"It seems you've both learned to follow orders. How commendable." Tears welled up in Valerie's eyes as she choked back a sob. "Where are my children?" she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear and anguish. Natasha rolled her eyes, a disdainful sneer twisting her features. "Oh, spare me the theatrics, Valerie," she scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt. "Your naivety is truly astounding. You honestly believe you deserve someone like Nelson?" Ignoring Valerie's distraught pleas, Natasha turned her attention back to Nelson, her eyes glinting with malicious intent. "Now, let's get down to business," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "I trust you've brought what I asked for?"

Once she did so, Natasha yanked out one of the earphones she had stuck to her ears. "You shout like hell every time you wear these things, Cassie." "What? I can't help it if Zeppelin's irresistible!" came the brown-skinned girl's response. Cassie Richards; Natasha's best friend ever since she set foot at North Atlanta High, just a few months ago. Natasha had met her while she was doing what she always did best; listening to music though that particular day, she was doing a sing-along with some group of kids, probably friends of hers.