روايات وقصص ضمن Seven Temptations Of Natalie

Cielo asked, her voice filled with a mix of awe and hope. Natalie's eyes narrowed as she fingered the small vial in her pocket, feeling the weight of her plan in her hand. "Yes," she replied confidently. "Just a few sprays is all it will take. The potion will draw out his affection, his loyalty, everything he holds back. Once he's under its spell, his love and devotion will be directed toward me. I'll become his Luna." Cielo clasped her hands together, her expression gleeful. "Oh, I knew the Moon Goddess favored us, Natalie. All this time, I knew you were meant for something greater."

"And you’re a grown man throwing a tantrum because a woman doesn’t want you. Real classy." Dean smirked, his tone softening. "What if I told you I could solve all your problems?" She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, this should be good. Why so sudden? " "Work for me, Natalie," Dean said, his voice low and persuasive. "I can give you millions—enough to make all this... go away. Imagine having the power to get what you want. Your kids, your freedom, everything." Natalie blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but quickly regained her composure. "And what’s the catch? You think Bethany would forgive me for siding with you?"

"But—" "No buts," Natalie interrupts me and flashes me a grin. "You will confess tonight, and I have just the right dress at home that you can borrow. It's decided: I will help you steal that boy's heart." I laugh at her. "Trust me. Clothes won't work—I've tried to make Isaac make a move on me by wearing push-up bras, but... He won't even look at my rack. I think he hates my curves..." "Nonsense!" Natalie snorts, but then she gasps, and her eyes widen with something resembling realization. Her lips part. "Wait... Isaac likes women, right?"

Natalie hugged a group of friends and started to pour drinks into their glasses. “We heard that you left Natalie… How come you’re still here?” One of the girls asked, looking curious. “Oh, all the preparation has been done. I’ll leave next week hopefully, but before leaving I want to enjoy my time with my old friends.” Natalie said cheerfully, soon, everyone got drunk and danced like free birds. While Natalie silently robbed the key from one of the girl’s jacket pockets and at midnight, she went to the campus and posted Emma’s and Henry’s intimate pictures together to be published the next day on the bulletin board.

"You don't want to tell us about Felicity Nalti?" I smiled at him as I thought about the Italian ex-change student. The one who claimed that she had gone all the way with Liam. The one that told everyone how big his cock was and how he loved to have it sucked. One time in the cafeteria, she even went as far as to show us with her corndog.

I loved every last second of watching them lap at the other's face. "Fuck, yes," I groaned. * * * The party is getting wild, and Natalie is getting wet. She wants to get the sluts to do even naughtier things to please her boyfriend. She's so wet by how much of a stud my brother is. She's dripping with excitement to make things wilder. And not just with Carter. There's a whole party that she wants to kick off. The St. Tatiana sluts are getting wild, but there are plenty of girls that need to, as well. There were only so many holes per slut, and her boyfriend was monopolizing six of them.

Theo pulled away, “Do you want me to make you come, Nat?” In front of her was a man who could turn her on like a light switch with a flick of his fingers. He was fighting everyone for her, including her, for herself. He was a man who could make her the happiest woman in the world if she wanted. But Natalie saw the man who threatened, kidnapped, and most importantly, disrespected her wishes to honor his own. His eyes were full of lust and he was under the influence of alcohol. No matter how much she wanted to come, she wouldn’t take advantage of him.

“Good. Open your mouth.” His lips parted without question, jaw slackening in obedience. I leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my chest. Guiding one breast forward, I pressed my nipple directly against his open mouth, the sensitive bud brushing his tongue. “Suck my nipples. And you better do a good job.” Stunned silence gripped him for a heartbeat, his eyes locking onto the task before him. Then, with a ragged exhale, he whispered, “Yes, Luna. Anything to make you happy.”

Natalie said carefully, "is what I need to show you in person. Tonight if possible. Because what I found in the last three hours changes the shape of tomorrow considerably." I looked at the kitchen doorway. Beyond it the living room. Beyond that the hallway and the rooms where the children were doing their Thursday evening things. "How bad," I said. "Not catastrophic," she said. "But significant." A pause. "Bring Damian. Come alone otherwise." She gave an address. I wrote it down. --- Damian's POV The address was a coffee shop on the north side that had been closed for an hour but whose lights were still on when we arrived. Natalie was at a corner table with a laptop and two cups of coffee s

Just turned and walked away. Behind the safety of the guest room door, I sagged against the wall, the velvet hem of my gown brushing the floor like a memory I was desperate to shed. Too many eyes had been on me tonight. Too many questions, tucked neatly beneath polite smiles. Natalie Blake had the poise of a queen and the gaze of a hawk. Her compliments had been lovely—but there was nothing soft or uncalculated about her. Still... it wasn’t her steel that lingered. It was Danielle.