She's So Right Natalie Winters Novels & Stories

*** Melissa didn't stop flinching as a man's voice rang out in her head. “Good morning, dear,” Andras sang. - The weather is beautiful today. Outside my window, the sun is rising, sparkling with golden highlights on the water surface. What about yours? “Hatred,” whispered the witch, raising her head and looking at her watch. - Burning hatred. The little hand had just touched the number five. Mila slowly threw back the covers and sat on the bed, the radio "The Hateful Marquis" did not stop broadcasting live: “By the way, I’ve already spotted a great principality. I think you'll like it there too.

Then he nodded. “No,” he said quietly. “I won’t.” She pushed the door open and stepped out into the dark. The cold hit her immediately. It was nothing like the managed temperature of the estate’s interior. She crossed the service yard in quick, even strides, through the side gate that Rowan had left unlatched, down the narrow path that ran along the estate’s outer wall. The car was already there. A dark saloon, engine running, parked just short of the camera line exactly where she’d asked. The driver didn’t look at her when she got in. Just pulled forward the moment her door closed.

"Just look at her, Dean! She must be feeling guilty! She has been in Loasia for five years! Who knows how many men she has done it with? A woman like her does not deserve to be Mrs. Blake!" I closed the door, locking the slanderous insults away. As I walked to the nurse's station, I took a deep breath to suppress the disgust I felt. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Jason Butler, my husband. "I made your favorite ribs for dinner tonight, dear. What time are you clocking off? I'll pick you up." Attached to the text was a photo of our daughter, Candice. My slightly furrowed brows relaxed as I looked at my phone.

She stood up, walking out of the restaurant gracefully. It was the fifth anniversary of NATEL FASHION WORLD, and Natash made sure everything was perfect ranging from the large hall all Decorated with red, despite how elaborate Natash wanted it to be, she couldn't forget that her enemies were still at her back pointing a gun at her. The hall was indeed spacious decorated with lavish and glowing Chandler's, the flowers were all red, blooming with a very perfect aroma, chairs were arranged in circles. There were several kinds of wine on the buffet table as the waiters and waitress were all walking around the hall carrying a tray of variety of wine.

He didn't look at me with warmth; his gaze was cold, sharp, and completely unreadable. "Who are you?" he demanded. His voice was deep, rough from disuse, vibrating with a dominant power that made my wolf bow her head inside me. "I... I am Natalie," I stammered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Natalie Hill." Richard’s eyes dropped to our joined hands, his gaze narrowing as he noticed the matching smear of blood on our palms, and then shifted to the heavy Blackwood ring glistening on my index finger. A cold, dangerous smirk crossed his lips.

"You're just an idiot. Bobby is Wendy's and my son. I'll make you regret it if you don't watch your words!" Joseph went pale immediately. His disbelieving gaze overlooked me and Bobby, locking onto Jonathan. "That's impossible! Wendy's always been my wife! How could she be yours? You must be lying to me!" Adam stepped out. "I've explained things to you over and over again, Joseph. Why wouldn't you believe me?" Joseph finally stared at me in a daze, the fury in his gaze finally crumbling. Lisa's cries interrupted him before he could speak. "My son! You're actually alive! I never thought I'd ever see you again! I can finally die in peace now!"

After most guests have left, Hailey and I hold each other close and cry like babies. "I will always be here for you, Nat. Always!" She says amidst tears. "I will always be here too, Hailey. I love you so much." I say, clinging tightly to her. Behind us, the chairwoman clears her throat. "You girls know that Natalie isn't dying or leaving the country, right?"

At that moment, the sales assistant who had been serving them suddenly walked to the entrance. She exclaimed in surprise, "Mrs. Jefferson, you're here? We were just about to send staff to deliver the new season's items for you to select leisurely at your home!" Jefferson? Evelyn furrowed her brows. Turning to look, she saw Natalie Baker, Winter's mother. Natalie was dressed in a sky-blue dress with a pearl shawl and held a clutch in her hand. She exuded a refined and elegant charm, like a noble lady from a classical painting.

(Natalie's POV) My phone buzzed against my ear as I waited for Charlotte to pick up. Her voice burst through almost immediately, high with excitement. "Natalie! Is that gorgeous wolf who picked you up today the same one who crashed your mating proposal ceremony? The one driving that killer dark green Lamborghini?" I pulled my legs up onto the bench, tucking them beneath me. "Yes, that's him." "Holy moon goddess!" Charlotte squealed. "Two alphas fighting over you? William Winters and this mysterious Northern Territory wolf? You're caught between powerful suitors!"

My hands trembled as I exited the group. I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear. Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed. "My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."